The Wee Sprite
Once upon a time
In a land full of grime
All smelled awful and sour
Not even the scent of a flower
Grew more wretched by the hour
Like a beast intent to devour
The people were in despair
Warlords were everywhere
No one knew how to repair
They recoiled with a blank stare
Along came a wee sprite
filled with hope and delight
A sling shot in hand took command
Shot the largest beast in his cyclops eye
That huge villain started to cry
The wee sprite dried his eye
Shown compassion he let out a sigh
After that he began to try
Slowly each warlord followed suit
Eventually all did recruit
Today the landscape is Full of Bloom
No longer filled with a sense of doom
Thanks to a wee sprite who did what was right
Copyright © Donna Roberts | Year Posted 2017
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