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.