Spring frogs at Whinlatter

Are frogs so difficult to kiss
When looking just as sweet as this?
The slippery feel of lip on lip
Would surely make our heartbeats flip.
Cheek to cheek in watery nirvana
I’d smooch as his Sultana rana
 
Sadly, every Spring I try
The frog prince looks me in the eye
And sees an entity bone dry.
Then, with a frantic croak of hate
Flees to escape the loathsome fate -
Caught in a hand that dehydrates;
And kissed by a lip that dessicates.