You dreamed of a prince on his charger
Or a frog to transform with your kiss
There'd be happiness ever after
So how did it come to this?
He should have rode into the sunset
And left you there pining for him
But the mistake you both made
Was you let him move in
And now it's all going wrong.
Men don't look good in the morning
Their habits are messy and vile
The truth will be gradually dawning
Frog into prince takes a while.
One kiss ain't going to do it
It takes more patience than that.
It takes time to smooth the rough edges
Why don't they tell you that?
YOU ARE READING
Second Wind
PoetryHighest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.
