Frog Prince

Vodka, Brandy, and Whisky

He gulped to drown his sorrow.

One by one the bottles lay empty

While he slumped wasted, onto a bench.

Sick of his green body and bulging eyes

He yearned for the kiss of his life.

‘Oh, where art thou?’ he cried

Waiting for the special one.

One kiss was all it took

To turn the frog into a Prince.

Prince or not, he wanted true love

But, all he got was alcoholic shove.