by Nick Gisburne
She talks to Magic Froggy, at the pond
He fancies her, the feeble-minded fool
He’s partial to a princess, big and blonde
But she is hot for humans, as a rule
He hops to sit beside her, with a smirk
“The magic spell insists we have to strip
I’ll need to use my tongue for it to work
I promise nothing kinky, just the tip
Go on, you’ll make me very, very rich
Just give me what you’ve got. I’ll be a prince
My brother had me frog-napped by a witch”
The princess isn’t easy to convince
She bashes Froggy’s brains in with a brick
“You pitiful, perverted little prick!”
