"Kiss you?" cried the princess,
"Why? Whatever for?
I've already got ten other men
Just waiting at the door!"

"But none of them are princes!"
The harried frog persisted.
"Now come over here and help me!
I really must insist it."

"Oh, ask Annabelle or Zoe.
I'm sure they'd be much better!
They're costume fairies, after all,
So their kisses should be wetter."

"I tried. They can't."
The frog croaked, out of sorts.
"They used up all their kisses
Removing witch's warts."

"Go borrow one from Peter Pan!"
"A thimble? You must be kidding."
"Why me? I'm not even in your tale!"
"Well, if the glass shoe's fitting...."

"Oh, I give up!" the princess cried.
"Fine. Hop here and I'll do it.
But look, I've already found my guy -
Just one kiss...or you'll rue it!"

So taking out her magic wand,
(A rouge brush by mortals seen),
She smeared the kiss all over his face,
Until he was no longer green.

"Hey, thanks a lot," the tall prince said.
"You know, you really saved the say."
"Yeah, whatever," the princess sighed.
"I'll see you at the matinee."

The End

(c) 2001
By Emily C. A. Snyder
All Rights Reserved
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