"Tinkerly Teenah"

This is a tale of Tinkerly Teenah

who couldn't decide if she liked blue or greenah,

but instead set herself down upon a tree log

to kiss each and every one of the forest's tree frogs

in hopes of a suitor who'll tailor her dress

of gossamer webbing, gothic ribbons work best,

and instead got so stuck with a beastly of mates

a frog-throated fellow who drinks far too late.

He stole her away, far away, away so...

poor Tinkerly Teenah surely didn't want to go.

She was dragged by the heels and the stockings she wore

and dropped rightly prompt through the living room door.

"Oh!" how she cried with relief when the bastard was gone

plotting her revenge and gathering supplies all along

to make her a Tinkerly Twin so to flee from this hovel.

She hid it before he returned on the double

to waste all the home in the search of his stash

of coin and royal paper to purchase more mash.

When he left this last time dear sweet Teenah was shrewd.

She set up her doll and used lipstick-y glue

that took quite some time to take hold and secure

the last poisoned breathe from her toadly captor

and waited behind the dark pantry alcove

when "princely" a mood come strolling in with a shove

for some romance unwanted and a Tinkerly kiss

his lust unbelievable, his fate quite a twist.

He gasped and he choked and reached for his neck.

His lips were sealed shut to the doll's pretty head,

and our lil heroine she doth watch with trite glee

to the myriad of colors her "once lover" now be.

Now she sits back on root and on lowly log stump

after burying her monster and her doll in one lump,

where the darkest and meanest of Hell's lot won't dare tread

not even for supper or entertainment or dead,

and she wiped both hands surely and ridded her pain

and swore nevermore to go kissing frogs again!

...but would always look fondly on peas and blue bells

and never divulging where 'e lie she won't tell!

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.