The Fairies Are Baking
The Fairies are baking
no need to go outside,
it's too windy to play
they don't run and hide.
They have their mixing bowls out
ingredients for making cakes,
they're having a good time
thinking of different things they can make.
They get powdered sugar on the floor
no need to get themselves upset,
one Fairy cleans it all up
with the garbage can, the mess had met.
One sticks his finger in the cake batter
holds a smile upon his face,
stinks his finger back in for seconds
others are filled with disgrace.
They dump the batter out
rush around to make some more,
the finger licker is quite upset
he cries and rolls around on the floor.
First cake goes into the oven
there's a second being made,
they decide to make cookies too
their happiness never fades.
Cakes and cookies are being made special
they want to bake them for me,
I sit and take a coffee break
listening to music with glee.
I hear a knock on my door
Fairies are standing outside,
I open the door happily
from me, there's no need to hide.
A Fairy kisses me on the cheek
and said, "These are for you,
thank you for helping us out
when the cold wind overhead blew."
I greeted the Fairies with a smile
and welcomed them into my home,
I enjoy having them around
forever their happiness here shall roam.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.14/2016
I started this yesterday and got busy, so I couldn't finish it. I love having the Fairies around. They always seem to surprise me.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2016
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