Of beauty and beautiful ones <br />They walk with their lovely faces <br />Right into a pack <br />Of hungry wolves <br />Ready to be devoured <br />And before they get back to their senses <br />They are but skeletons <br />Their beauty gone <br />Replaced by an ugly personality <br />Never to be liked <br />Never to be admired. <br /> <br />Of beauty and beautiful ones <br />They think <br />Should kiss as many frogs <br />In their search of Prince Charming <br />But the frogs can’t help but keep on harming <br />For in the course of kissing <br />Like snakes they keep on hissing <br />So loud that the beautiful ones <br />Can hardly hear their conscience cry out <br />And when they start missing <br />Their once admired beauty <br />Of character and integrity <br />It is always too late <br />For the frogs leave an ugly smudge <br />Of the beautiful ones once pretty faces <br />Roughened up by the frogs coarse bodies <br />Never to be liked <br />Never to be admired <br />A lesson to the others <br />Yet to be learned<br /><br />Patrick Nandwa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kissing-frogs/
