Backfired

Backfired

"OK, spider, I'm glad you asked
how this predicament came to pass.
Prince Lincoln kept on sniffing 'round
my young daughter every chance he found.

She, of course, was charmed, enchanted and giddy,
unaware he's knocked up twenty young maidens already!

So I decided to stop his flirting,
to save my daughter a cauldron of hurting.
I dusted off my book of spells,
and found just what I needed.
I'd turn him into a tree frog, well,
to keep my daughter from being Princely seeded.

I lured him to my cottage, and there I made my error.
By accident my spell missed him; instead it struck a mirror!

Right back at me my spell did bounce,
and now my trepidation mounts.
While I'm reduced to the form of this frog,
the Prince is showing my daughter his Lincoln log!

This spell will vanish with the morn,
then the Prince will rue the day he was born.
I'll better prepare next time, and not be hasty.
But, for now, Mr. Spider, you're sure looking tasty!

I can't cast a spell with these suction cup feet,
but, still, an old witch needs to eat.

I'm sorry that your fling has been flung,
and your last song has, sadly, been sung,
that your last web has been spun and hung,
but say goodbye to your ass and hello to my tongue!"