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The naughty little toad

On the pond's edge, I cry my despair Pretty frog, why do you flee me ? My body is gnarled, my pimply skin disgusts you, You turn a deaf ear to my distress and my love is starving. Pretty frog, why don't you listen to me ? Am I so different from you ? Is my physical appearance so important in your eyes ? Let me tell you a story. Life is a bad witch That cast a spell on me. The spell's name is Neurofibromatosis. Since then, I'm the naughty little toad. The only break for my sorrow is the night: I dream of meeting Miss Toad, She is a nice and understanding girl. She never laughs at me and finds me handsome. The only thing that is important to her is heart's understanding. In a glance, she guesses my gladness and my grief. Linked by the same fate, she knows my pain. Together we are stronger to face life. Clasped in a fond embrace every night, In the pond, there is no naughty little toad anymore. A magician dressed in a white overall has exorcised the spell. Since then, the naughty little toads Have grown into nice frogs Who hold hands to build a wonderful world Where there are no more diseases, tears, injustice.

Francis Boyer-Madrières Copyright © 2002 Francis Boyer-Madrières