The Transformation

Once upon a time a princess 

told the birds that were singing round her

what she would do when the prince found her.

I’ll kick that son-of-a-witch’s butt

till he learns to squat and leap on command,

and looks liberated and appreciates what

a princess these days needs in a man.

She thereupon kicked a frog into the water

and waited for her prince to emerge;

but he didn’t and she began to feel slimy,

and smaller and smaller, and all green,

Until at last she began thinking

live flies food that was fit for a queen.

Then she dove and pursued the frog,

and their first born was a pollywog.