Beware the Frogman

I had a request to re-blog an older post I had made a few months ago…  enjoy!


 

Thanks to Devious Bloggery  for inspiring this bit of silliness with his blog today- Field Guides and Frogmen.

I love creepy urban legend tales of the unexplained!

 

Here’s your story on the misadventures of Missy Barton Devious Bloggery! You have most certainly given me the giggles! I hope you find it ribbiting! (heehee!)

Beware the Frogman

Erstwhile upon an epoch…

 

Squeaky Miss Missy Barton, was not use to living a life so strictly spartan,

She decided to go a jumping into reedy Isabella Lake, wearing her only plaid Tartan.

 

She was a few days older than just sixteen ,and maybe a smidgen and a speck, or just a bit naive?

Not to mention wide-eyed, innocent and sore gospel aggrieved.

 

Oh how she fancied those fairy-tales so exquisitely penned,  living so brazen with pinks and in purple sin.

But she wickedly dreamed nightly, of castle knights who would touch her rosy chagrin.

 

Whilst exploring the lake on a hiking odyssey, she heard the provocative ribbit cacophony.

Humming it’s pleasure to the strings of her young high pitched heart’s frail modesty.

 

Sitting prestigious there on a sun warmed rock, she found him washing out his colorful socks.

This Frogman, bare web was sitting there looking dashing and all dapper in his tight fitting frock.

 

Turning her direction and catching her glance, he flipped out his tongue to flash with a lewd jiggy dance.

Delight escaping by contagious giggles, they could only adore fate for this rare happenstance.

 

Then jumping up close to spring up beside her, he burped a hello hoping for love, and to inspire.

Puckering his wet lips like in her fairy stories told, and cajoling a tease for a gentle reminder.

 

What could it hurt just this one simple kiss?

If there is magic afoot, he could then be her charmed prince!

Leisurely leaning into a painted slime smile,

and giving it her darnedest to make it worthwhile!

The longing and loving tongues tried to played,

but Missy has never kissed a prince or frog since to this day!

 

The jesters and bards try to tell it all in song,

of the day Missy from Isabella Lake got it terribly wrong.

Of course the Frogman took his wet sloppy kiss,

but now Missy must live with the memory and regretfully reminisce.

 

When one meets the Frogman and with him you cavort,

the only magic that happens is you end up with warts!

~m

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 comments

  1. jdoublep · April 21, 2016

    Holy frog balls, you nailed it! Thank you so much for sharing this. And, while I loved every line, this one in particular opened up a world to me about Ms. Missy:
    “Not to mention wide-eyed, innocent and sore gospel aggrieved.”
    Should I ever find you sitting, perhaps at some late-night Breakfast Club sing-a-long at the local cinema, I plan to buy you a big bottle of wine and a bucket of fried, frog legs! Have a great day/night/morning/afternoon/whatever-the-fuck woooo!
    (Seriously, this is grand.)

    Liked by 1 person

    • Dont You Forget About Me · April 21, 2016

      I look forward to it! Well… maybe not the fried froglegs! But bring on the wine! Lol And no way you’d be able to miss me, I’ll be the one wearing a Tartan! 😉
      Thank you for your kind words! But let’s not forget – you’re the one who made this fun!

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