Bluefrog

This poem was inspired by Bluefrog, but not about him. Don't confuse that please.


A modest pond sits at the little blue frog's toes
Beneath his lily pad, the murky water sifts
And from time to time, if good luck strikes you may glimpse
The remaining jewels hidden underneath

He seems always by himself, this april baby
But just as the water surrounds him, love traps him
Those desperate damsels' intentions are not true
Through their hopeful kisses, the frog remains blue

But still he croaks contently whenever I ask
If he thinks true love for him will ever be found
He only says to me, silly baby, patience
Wait and you will find what is meant to be found

Life is more than just a fairy tale, little child
All is not as you see, especially not me
Forbidden is your lonesome worry of the frog
For his current state is his missdoing

Far is he from the gentlemen he is to be
Until then, he can never become Charming

Yet when I look at him I can't help but to think
He is the bluest prince I will ever see

*claps and cackles* So easy to read I love yer poetry <3

Thanks! ^.^