I lost my lip gloss
It's a hostage you see,
An ugly old toad stole it from me.
I mean that in the most literal sense,
He hopped out of nowhere
Prepared with demands.
His slimy green fingers
Gripped stubbornly strong,
I begged for it back
And he stuck out his tongue.
I said I'd do anything
To have my gloss back-
(It was strawberry flavored-
My favorite at that)
It made my lips sparkle,
And glitter with ease,
For more than one hour
Its shimmer won't cease.
Then a smile crept on
His green warty face
And he smugly presented
His price 'fairly' made.
"I'll give you your gloss,
If you do one simple thing:
Kiss me just once,
and my heart just might sing."
I uncertainly blinked
This was no stupid frog
He knew what he wanted
As he sat on that log.
So I slyly agreed
To plant one quick and easy
He closed his eyes tight,
And puckered up sleazy.
You know what I did
To that mangy old frog?
I stole my gloss back
And pushed him in the pond.
