"Brown wrinkled tissue" might be more appealing to you, if you instead of your smooth lovable bright integument, were very truthful very old, and very dark, and much in love with me when I said: Amo su piel arrugada marrón oscura. ("othscura" through my Castilian lips)
Never mind that shit! Said Mongo, take a look at this.<g>
Given the fact that poetry is certainly not my own best quality, as I lack the .... how you say...? airy filled head, and flimsy image that it seems to portray, I am only left with the second best thing.... that is, to copy the creativity of others.
So under such light, here is one of my best efforts at such copy.
A simple thought, (copied and with permission of course.) At the request of the author, the identity is omitted.
The Frog Prince Story. (or... is it Prince Frog).
Once upon a time, in a land far away, a beautiful, independent, self
assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat, contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.
The frog hopped into the princess lap and said: "Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and setup housekeeping in your castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so."
As the princess thoughtfully consider the frog's proposal, a clear vision of the immediate future, (of a more realistic nature), went through the head of our frog-hero...... along this lines:
....That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on a repast of lightly sauteed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled to herself and thought: "I don't fucking think so."....
Suddenly, the frog, filled with cold sweat, and coming back to reality, took a second look at the so called princess. This time around she did not look so.... well, you know,.... appealing.
Immediately, with lightening speed only comparable to a Superhero, the frog leaped back to the unpolluted pond, and in sudden relief he realized, what hell hole he nearly entered.... better yet, thanking his ability as clairvoyant, as he saw the future destiny that was about to befall upon him.
As incredible as it may sound, he was indeed glad that the witch had turned him into a frog!
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Now.... that's some prose.. I would say ! |
