The moon was out – Her night had come
To a prince’s charms she would succumb
She ventured on to the balcony
But her body soon filled with agony
There sat not even a frog, but a toad
Not a whiff of romance this creature showed
It had not one slimy tongue but three
Its mere existence exuded blasphemy
“I am human nor beast,” recited the toad,
“I am master to all who dwell in this abode.
Henceforth you shall do my bidding,
your weak and futile kind befitting.”
The moon turned red – Her mind was numbed
To a prince’s charms she had succumbed.
NOTE: This actually started out far more cheerful, inspired by one of Sarah Ferri’s “Ferritales”: