28 March 2014
I’m stuck in this twisted fairytale, That RA witch cast her spell. She turned me into a lumpy stiff toad.
There is nothing to break this curse I’m told,
Not even a kiss from my prince the yard gnome. Oh how I would love the poison apple, I could peacefully sleep right through this battle. I need seven little men to keep my house clean. I feel like a toad now, without a vaccine. The prince charming in my story will be RA’s cure, Until then this toad must smile and endure. ©