Myself and Gary wrote this story magic in mushrooms floating love a bubble that can easily burst in a beautiful dream this was fun no one was harmed in the experiment the bubble burst he landed safely on his feet lol
one fine sunny morning dazzling golden sunrise dancing with rays of magical sunshine dewdrops on silver webs glistening drops he began whistling and dancing picking wild mushrooms on the forest floor to make magic wonder and happenings occur he begins building and stoking the fire throwing turf on until red hot sticks the pot over the flicking flames stirring emotions inside bubble and steam throws in a mountain of carrots, peas, herbs with lots of other sorts of raw veggies adding a rare drop of mountain spirits . . . next freeing a soul adding an alchemic fuel so rare making himself a most magical and delicious stew as he cooked he began devouring the stew more and more then slowly he felt himself floating high so high in a bubble so wonderful and dear and so clear picked up by a pocket of air and floating even more when . . . a lovely fairy princess appears gossamer wings your light and then appearing again under a radiant rainbow bridge and with one cherished and most special romantic kiss he began waltzing with her to a melody so haunting yet pretty and while lost in this mystical trancelike moment of splendor the fairy princess stole his heart that was pure gold and when he came around alone—so alone an icy cold shiver then ran down his very spine it was just a silly old leprechaun dream and all he thought as I see her magic sparkling potions cast on someone else too the big ethereal and mystical bubble of fairy elves just burst wide open for him and all others to see while the elves laughed raucously so hard with little warm tears running down their little rosy cheeks . . . the leprechaun pondered—next time Me thinks Me be more careful with them mushrooms Me happily picks on the forest floor— and stick to drinkin’ the old mountain forest dew with some lovely luscious shots of the oldest Irish whiskey with a stout nip o’ gin . . . . Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 3, 2014)
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