Stuck in my chair, I look round the room,
Frollie’s not there; just vampires and gloom!
I open my IPad, read for a while:
Words, eager words, exquisite style.
Murder and mayhem, motive and greed;
Death sits beside me, cause of my need.
Thus I return to this type of story.
Frollie’s not there; lost instance of glory.
No one can say, neither why, neither where;
All that I know—Frollie’s not there.
Frolliie