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The Princess And The Frog

       
       
       
The Brothers Grim      
stepped into Virgin gym      
A phone belonging to Tim      
had a missing Sim      
You see it was the right limb      
that had a bit of a trim      
so they sat in the rim      
throwing troubles in a bin        
A great box of linen      
filled with nothing more than sin      
holding tight to the broken shin      
I fetched a roller bandage and pin      
it was strapped up by a Owen      
As we sat on the beach speaking Dolphin      
awaiting the reaper called  tonic and Gin      
       
She leaned over and kissed the frog      
and through the mist and thick bog      
we heard the songs of The Troggs      
as we carved history on a log      
and ate the rump of a hog        
While the earth shook in evening fog    
and we breathed the smog    
   
Elevated cloud    
star burst loud    
he stood in a shroud    
looking really proud    
applauding the massive eager crowd  
They shared rings and were vowed  
Knysna flames, a mushroom cowed  
   
       
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Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
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