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The Tree and the Sprite

Spencer the sprite was a very old sprite and a very old sprite was he.
He had lived as long as he could, in the depths of a wood,
In the roots of an uffulous tree;
A very old oak, an impetuous bloke, with branches too high to see.

Tonight was the night when the stars were bright,
Spencer would be four hundred and ninety three.
Said the Sprite to the Oak, “We’re having a bonfire and toast
And a tangulous roast and a drink made of  Dandlewort tea.”

Said the tree, “Please don’t start a fire in my roots.
It scorches my shoots and the smoke makes me sneeze.”
“Don’t worry, dear tree,” said the conflatigous sprite it will only come up to your knees.”
Replied the uffulous tree.“It is my season to sleep and sometimes I snore,
Which is a bit of a bore, and in all of this wood I am really attached to my knees.”
Said the Sprite, “There will be five hundred young sprites And a Wizard called Nick, 
"Whose magic is quick will come and show us some rifilious spells.
“He will put a spell on your knees and restore all your shoots and all the leaves you have lost as well.”

The tree cried, “I’m off!” Then with a baloominous sound jumped right out of the ground and fled to the East faster than man or beast and in a field near Clacton was found.
Said Spencer to Nick, “You had better be quick, a rolivous spell we need.
That silly old oak is an impetuous bloke and we want him back here indeed.”
Said Nick, “I have a great spell which will do really well it is Number 79.
I have tried it on oak and a tall and elderly pine.”
Before he could say ‘wood’ the Oak was back where he stood and in very frumptilious mood.”
But when he calmed down he said with a frown, “I really could do with some food.”

      29/11/16

     HM in Contest 'Zany' by Frank Herrera
      Judged 7/12/16
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