Fee, Fie, Faux Frog. Steal My Kiss? You Dirty Dog!

 

Oh, my empty-headed scarecrow

Hello? Echo, echo, echo.

My knock on your chest

Rings barren and hollow

As do the words spoken by you,

Usually too good to be true

I finally took a closer look, and who knew?

Each lie was small enough to hide

In abstract art and invisible ink

And there they remained, safe and sound inside

The riddles you wove to veil them

 

Oh, my silky-tongued poet

Way too cool to feel and show it

So easy to chain and tame, but at

The wink of another girl you go and blow it

Mesmerized. Her eyes on yours,

Oh, her flamethrower eyes disguise

The hand on your thigh that’s checking your worth

Affirming you’ve got the price of things she’ll do

Go ahead, strike a deal

For the right one she’ll make a man out of you

Or at least try her best

 

Oh, my starry-eyed novice,

Taken in by headlines:

"The playboy life is the life to lead!"

And the finest of fine print:

"Filled with worthless company and undiagnosed STD’s!

Be the first of your friends to become a medical study!"

Oh, you were always one for appearances and grand promises

Even so, discretion’s the first rule of polite society

So, shhh, your secret is safe. But between you and me…

It’s cute how you cross where your heart should be

Zip and lock your lips, but always manage to swallow the key

 

Oh, my wolf-crying sentinel

The way you fight is criminal

Muscles pumping to tunes of melodic screams

On battlefields sewn with unmarked mines

Flown with midnight signal kites and searchlight beams

You wanted to serve, but they sent you home

With a list of things they don’t condone-

*You’re not pure enough to preach,

*Not skilled enough to teach

*Blonde hair that’s easy to spot and strike

*Something in your eyes they just don’t like

*Flat feet, dry lips, cold hands, one tiny black mole

*An utter lack of conscience and soul

 Soldier’s are made of stronger stuff

Sorry, son, you’re not good enough.

 

Fee, Fie, Faux Frog

Steal my kiss? You dirty dog!

You’re no Prince, I’m better off.