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The Frog with the Umbrella
On a rainy, foggy day, I saw a frog
With a raincoat and umbrella.
She was at the bus stop,
Claiming she was visiting Cinderella.
“She’s getting married this week,
To a very handsome prince.
I hear he’s a nice fellow.
His name is Quince.”
“That’s very nice,” I said,
Though I was a little confused.
“But how did you meet Cinderella?”
The frog looked a little amused.
“When her stepmother was very cruel,
Cinderella cried at the wishing well.
I comforted her when I saw her,
For by the well is where I dwell.
“And right when I was comforting her
The fairy godmother came.
And as many people already know
Cinderella’s life was never the same.”
“Then what brought you here to Tennessee?”
I asked, even more perplexed than ever.
“I came to visit some other friends,” she said,
“Look, see, we took a picture together.”
In the photo she was smiling
Alongside frogs and mice,
All wearing dresses and bonnets.
They all looked quite nice.
“That’s lovely,” I said.
But one thing I found upsetting
Was that I had no idea how the frog
Would get to Cinderella’s wedding .
However, I quickly got an answer
For here came a pumpkin carriage!
The frog leapt inside with glee.
“Farewell! I’m off to witness the marriage!”
I waved farewell to the frog
And the carriage vanished into the fog.
“Did I hallucinate the whole talk
With the strange talking frog?”
I looked down at the ground
And behold, a tiny umbrella!
I picked it up and smiled.
Perhaps she’ll get a new one from Cinderella.
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