Once upon a while ago
when Princes turned to frogs,
how was a damsel s’posed to know
the ‘likely’ polliwogs?
 
Should she soil her pretty hands
picking up amphibi-ans,
on the chance a well-placed kiss
might just fulfil her every wish?
 
Verily, she were a cracker
gambling that a slimy smacker
would elevate this Cinderella
providing her the perfect fella.
 
She pondered on the problem loads
and even tried a couple of toads,
but they’d remained small, fat, and wet –
a fact she tried hard to forget!
 
She never found the perfect ‘Him’
The ending of this tale is Grimm.
For, early Spring, while looking round
she slipped into a pond…and drowned.