For my latest works of poetry for kids I am writing a fantasy series. With each poem being about another creature of fantasy. So, if it’s poetry for kids you’re after, check out the ninth in the series about The Frog Prince.
The Frog Prince
By Barry S. Brunswick
The princess stood dress a-flowing
In the gardens of the palace.
Pretty eyes and curly hair
And the lovely name of Alice.
She skipped and sniffed the flowers
And heard the sweet song lark.
She wandered there for hours
Fore she had an empty heart.
From all around princes from the lands,
Come to try and take her hand.
But none were all that handsome
And their clothes were pretty bad.
In the inky sky the moon shone above her
The stars around it wrapped.
When she thought she heard a noise
Somewhere behind back.
She walked across the garden green
Towards the trees beyond.
Then through the rosy, thorny bush
Until she came upon the pond.
There sat big, fat and green
A hobbly gobbly frog
And then it said as she scratched her head,
“Hello Sweetheart, wanna snog?”
“Excuse me please, you’re fat your green
And covered in thick slime
If you were the last thing on this earth
I’d rather frankly die!”
“Well excuuuuse me, oh princess sweet,”
Were the hobbly gobbly frog’s cold words,
“For I’m a prince, tall and slim
Within a deadly curse.
“To set me free, all I need
Is a princess to grant me this,
To pick me up, hold me near
And treat me to a kiss.”
“Oh, a prince I see, and a prince I need
This is what I’ve waited for.
Come to me, oh froggy green
And you’ll be a frog no more.”
So, the hobbly gobbly frog hopped over
And she took him in her hand.
She kissed him long, and kissed him hard
And a moment she did stand.
Next happened nowt, and the frog hopped down
And sploshed back in the pond.
She lingered for a moment more
‘Til she knew that he was gone.
She slumped down on the cold wet grass
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
But the hobbly gobbly froggy thing
Was there laughing like a sneak.
He swam into a place so dark
Where the other frogs hang round.
And the frogs all looked a might dismayed
As they got their money out.
They all threw him ten, he’d won the bet
And it had made him rich.
That he could get a princess fair
To give an ugly frog a kiss.
Come back soon for the next in the fantasy series of poetry for kids.
Barry Brunswick is an author. You can buy his books on Amazon, The War of The Turnips, the short story collection Barry S. Brunswick’s Tall Tales, Dreamland Trilogy – Part 1 The Fabric of Dreams and Part 2 The Masters of Light