There was a man in our village

Who I wanted so bad

To be gone from the place

You see he'd stolen some research

From me before

And taken the credit

For my work

So I invited him and

A few other friends

To my house upon the hill

At Avonshire

Yes, I invited them

To partake in tea

A party, of sorts

And I set up the party

How magnificent it was!

Many blue ribbons

Adorned my luxurious halls

While the table for for five

Was set nicely

With cutlery of various sizes

Oh, the table was beautiful!

I had set up my finest cloth

Upon it, spattered with flower-petals

And leaves

That reminded one of Spring

Yes, the teacups too,

were flower-speckled

Tiny white saucers sat beneath the cups

Yellow napkins next to them,

And in the middle, my teapot

How wondrous it was!

The two hearts it contained

Would be enough

To send my nemesis to his grave

And so he arrived

The first guest, of course

He cannot be second in anything

His vanity would not allow it, No,

He took his seat of honor at the table

Without me telling him where it was

Ha, how presumptuous!

The second, third, and fourth guests arrived

Took their places as directed

And we began to feast

I took up my pot

And offered them each tea

And saved the best for last

He gladly accepted

I sat down

And poured myself a cup

Taking care to press down on

The hole on top of my pot

The liquid spilled into the vessel

I took it up

And took a long sip

It was only after I finished my cup

That he began to drink his

Oh, the smile that grew on my face

As he ingested the tea I poured for him

He complemented its flavor

Though, he said it was slightly bitter

As I thought it would be

But my comrades did not agree

They said it was sweet

In fact, the sweetest tea they'd ever tasted

I watched the color run away from his face

As he heard their words

He quickly excused himself

And rushed to the restroom

He stayed in there for hours

And my friends grew tired

They left, one by one

Until he and I were alone

I made my way back there

Where I knew he would be

As I opened the door

He sat on the ground

His form was different

His legs were bent unnaturally

His skin a shade of bright lime green

His eyes were large and round and brown

He looked up at me and licked his eye

With a long, swift tongue

I laughed and laughed

Now I was free!

I grabbed the frog

And opened the window

I plopped him down

On top of a leaf

And he hopped away