A Frog and A Prince (Mainly for Catherine & Brent)

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Ode To Frogbert

Hi Catherine & Brent
Push "View Full Entry" now. It was hard having to leave poor Frogbert behind in London after he had got used to having us around for 12 days. On the flight over to Athens, I wrote the following:


In May of 2006
Our daughter crossed the sea
Her friends all call her Cath
But to us she Catherine, or CC.

In London she stayed first with her brother
Good jobs were hard to find
And so, she discovered, was a man
Of the understanding, caring kind.

And then Frogbert came into her life
A cuddly froggy boy
He was a valuable companion
But not quite the Real McCoy.

Then her brother had a brainwave
He suggested to his little sis
“If you want to meet Prince Charming
Why not give the frog a kiss?”

And so she kissed him day and night
His face, his hands, his knees
And hugged him so mightily
That she put him in a squeeze.

Poor Frogbert could hardly breathe
He surely very nearly died
And now his voice is but a croak
With his mouth stuck open wide.

He revelled in all the love he got
He indulged all CC's whims
But hoped that she wouldn't think of voodoo
And stick him full of pins.

But then one day across the room
A young man walked into sight
CC's heart decidely increased in pace
Since this bloke looked all right.

With the build of a cuddly ted
And hair to make the Irish proud
He may be not quite as tall as her
But for CC he stood out above the crowd.

She soon learnt that his name was Brent
To her he seemed the real deal
And being a good Kiwi bloke as well
Added much to his appeal.

Soon they were seeing a lot of each other
Leaving Frogbert increasingly alone
Brent didn't like him tagging along
A sin for which he must one day atone.

Then when Brent's flat was wound up
Leaving him wondering what to do
It made sense for them to run one flat
Rather than continuing to pay for two.

Frogbert tagged right along
When Brent and CC started a flat
He had to suffer tough love at times
But could forgive CC's Brent for that.

By day he sat on CC's big soft bed
Or watched Brent's big HD TV
And when they got home from work
His smile was clear to see.

Then on one auspicious day
On Malta, by the sea
Brent got down on one knee
And said “Cath, please marry me”.

CC's dreams had all come true
But asked “one favour please
If we are to wed, we need to return
To New Zealand to live as Kiwis”.

And so they are now on their way home
Carrying packs apon their backs
If love survives the next few months
It can't have any cracks.

Upon arriving in New Zealand
They''ll make plans to wed each other
Booking everything for their day
With the help of CC's mother.

Meanwhile Frogbert is back in London
But he is never left alone
And plans to ride in my backpack
To beat Brent and CC home.

And when the wedding day arrives
He won't be cast aside
He plans to spend the happy day
Right there by CC's side.

So don't worry CC about your Frogbert
He is happy, healthy, and more
He's so grateful for your love for him
That his love for you will endure.

Love, D&M

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Comments

[David Couch]

HA!
Hello. What a surprise entry this was! We've both just read it in bed, on the lap top with a cup of tea. Looking forward to reading more about your bus journey which I am happy to read you seem to be really enjoying.

[CC]

OMG Hilarious!
I think there may have to be a wedding ode perhaps! Glad Frogbert is recovering after his mean step-daddy wouldn't give him any love! :-)