shoes of glass

a frog looked

at a little fairy

she felt the frog 
was quite scary

but he was one

who was in love

with one he liked

to call 'my dove'

she was of course

not any bird

she was a she-frog

and she was curt

 she had said

‘i will only agree

to be your wife

 in days three

if you bring me

shoes of glass

for i want to be

one of a class’

‘little fairy

would it please you

to grant me a wish

and quickly too

i need two pairs of

shoes of glass

for a dear one

hiding in  the grass’

now little fairy

felt it was strange

but she chose to

help just for a change

she chanted some

funny magic words

the words sounded

like chirping of birds

 four glass shoes

appeared out nowhere

and in the sunlight

they did brightly glare

the frog saw shoes

and jumped in joy

all he could say was

‘oh boy, oh boy’

even for a moment

 he didn’t wait

and he kept saying

 'my mate, my mate'

he rushed and said

 no thanks to the fairy

‘one who can’t be fair

 won’t be treated fairly’

she-frog saw glass shoes

and smiled at him

with glass shoes on

she looked quite prim

 ‘now when shall we wed

 i no longer can wait’

‘oh! let me think, 

i can’t say in a haste’

 she was proud of

her shoes of glass

and thought silly frog

was not his class

she felt she was

now like a queen

and would wed

 one of royal mien.

‘well, i think

i can’t wed you

who i would marry

i have no clue’

 a frog was sad

and looked at the fairy

she knew poor fellow

wasn’t treated fairly

©i b arora

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