{"id":11070,"date":"2015-06-13T20:03:17","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T00:03:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=11070"},"modified":"2015-06-13T20:03:17","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T00:03:17","slug":"hour-11-the-frog-prince","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/hour-11-the-frog-prince\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 11: The Frog Prince"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A lady fair<\/p>\n<p>With streaming hair<\/p>\n<p>Went strolling by the ponds<\/p>\n<p>She liked the way<\/p>\n<p>The wind would play<\/p>\n<p>A tune among the fronds<\/p>\n<p>She heard a sound<\/p>\n<p>And turned around<\/p>\n<p>And looked upon a frog<\/p>\n<p>He wore a crown<\/p>\n<p>Of eider down<\/p>\n<p>And sat upon a log<\/p>\n<p>\u2018O! Lady do you see me?<\/p>\n<p>Maybe you can free me<\/p>\n<p>Allow me to evince<\/p>\n<p>A fell magician<\/p>\n<p>Caused this transition<\/p>\n<p>I truly am a prince<\/p>\n<p>But it may be<\/p>\n<p>You hold the key<\/p>\n<p>All I need is this<\/p>\n<p>Listen well<\/p>\n<p>To break the spell<\/p>\n<p>You must give me a kiss<\/p>\n<p>Just take ahold<\/p>\n<p>My form enfold<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019re much too high to climb<\/p>\n<p>Now purse your lip<\/p>\n<p>And let \u2018er rip<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m sorry for the slime.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>The lady fair<\/p>\n<p>With streaming hair<\/p>\n<p>Felt sorry for the toad<\/p>\n<p>She grabbed the mooch<\/p>\n<p>And gave a smooch<\/p>\n<p>And then the scoundrel crowed,<\/p>\n<p>\u2018It was all lies<\/p>\n<p>I do eat flies<\/p>\n<p>And live beside a bog<\/p>\n<p>I am no royal<\/p>\n<p>But you\u2019d recoil<\/p>\n<p>From a lowly little frog.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>The lady seized him<\/p>\n<p>Roughly squeezed him<\/p>\n<p>Spake she, \u2018We shall see<\/p>\n<p>With kiss of whips<\/p>\n<p>Instead of lips<\/p>\n<p>If noble you can be!\u2019<\/p>\n<p>But \u2018twas no matter<\/p>\n<p>All the batter<\/p>\n<p>Though she pinched and kicked<\/p>\n<p>She did slap him<\/p>\n<p>Soundly rap him<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Til the toad was licked<\/p>\n<p>In the end<\/p>\n<p>Our slippery friend<\/p>\n<p>Was lucky he survived<\/p>\n<p>But there are things<\/p>\n<p>Like sons of kings<\/p>\n<p>That cannot be contrived<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A lady fair With streaming hair Went strolling by the ponds She liked the way The wind would play A tune among the fronds She heard a sound And turned around And looked upon a frog He wore a crown Of eider down And sat&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":635,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11070","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11070","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/635"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11070"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11070\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11081,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11070\/revisions\/11081"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11070"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11070"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11070"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}