25 February





on my desk

there is a frog

a poor relation of Mr. Jeremy Fisher

whose name, so far as I can make out,

is William
He's quite content to sit where he is
and has told me he has no desire whatsoever
to do any hopping about in the garden
Which is rather rather convenient for both of us
as I find a sweet comfort in his company
and he is a fairly sedentary fellow 

no amount of kissing will bring it out of him

I don't know if that means he is not a prince

or I am not a princess

but  neither one of us can bear the disappointment of discovery so.....
we are happy to leave things lie

as they are



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