The Frog With A Wig

Well, as I wrote my profile out, my random question first came out as 'Write a story about the Frog with a Wig.'
Sadly, my story was too long, so, here it is anyway:

Once upon a time on old frog lived a happy life in a turquoise castle beside a school. He had lived there all his life, and, as time went on, he began to age. His beautiful curly blonde locks began to fade to a silver-grey and fell out in big lumps. One morning, when he looked at the mirror on his pink barbie doll dressing table, he realised that he had no hair at all! In fact, it was lying all over his mossy bed.
He racked his brains in despair, trying think of what he could do to make it all better.
Eventually he jammed his unlit wooden pipe into his mouth and placed a top hat tight onto his wrinkled head, putting some spot cream on to hide all his warts. He gathered up all the hair into a Morrisons' shopping bag - he was going to take it to the clothes shop to be made into a cloak for himself - and began to walk briskly over to the wig shop. He bought a wig of brown stubble and stretched it across his forehead. He loved it, because, not only did it cover up his baldness - though, between you and me: not very well - it tightened his face so his wrinkles could not be seen.
But as he walked passed the school, the children started laughing and pointing at him! What a funny sight it was, the frog with a wig whistling to himself as he walked down the street! But this made poor frog very upset. But that night, as he looked he looked up at the sky, he saw a shooting star pass him by!
'I wish,' he began, solemnly, 'I wish that I had beautiful long blonde hair!'
Then he curled into a ball and cried himself to sleep.
The next morning he woke up to find that he indeed had beautiful, shiny bleach-blonde hair. It lifted his mood considerably. He practically skipped his way the Clothes Shop!
But, yet again, the children laughed at him.
'I'll show them,' he grumbled, completely forgetting to collect his new cloak and storming back to his castle. But he was hurt, and when he looked up at the sky, he wished all his hair away!
True to form, the next morning, he woke up to find that he had no hair.
The children laughed at him as he walked to school, but this time, he ignored them, and collected his cloak unfussed. He even ignored the shop owner's giggles as he walked back home!
'I will never,' he said, 'Never care what anybody thinks ever again.'

And to this day, when you walk to school, you might still see the bald old frog, in his turquoise castle, puffing on his unlit pipe.
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Anyway, please tell me what you think. I would like to know. It took me about 15 to 20 minutes, and I was eating pizza at the time.

Here's a poem or two:

Poison Ivy

Roses shed a drop of blood,
I take heart and soul,
Roses draw only parts of you,
I draw you whole.

Roses are as common as dirt,
Where as I’m rather rare,
Roses only last the happy dreams,
I last your nightmare.

Roses leave a small mark on you,
I leave a sting,
So when you are in fright or doubt,
Hope I’ll always bring.

So I am better than the rose,
You can’t leave me behind,
When you feel oh so alone,I always come to mind!

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See ya,

Lady Solacia x