Translation of Wen Hairy Met Tarry

Somebody suggested I write the tale using the correctly spelled words because my story (below here in the Homophone contest) is simply too distracting to understand with homophones. Hope you will take a peek!! 

When Harry Met Terry Once upon a time in a wood, a very nice prince named Harry met in the mist, high on the bough of a tree, a fairy named Terry. The fairy felt low, for he was weak, and he was in need of some meat. He bawled, “Woe is me. I can’t even stand here on my own two feet! My poor heart is breaking, and I’m in pain. The last time that I ate was days ago. You see, I’m in a haze and do not feel so great.” I perish and long for wine and ham. Even better would be lamb! But I would settle for a piece of bread with some sweet berry jam.” Prince Harry knew he had some mints, some Tic Tacs that were in the pair of new red jeans he wore. He took them out and waved them in the air. “Licorice too I have right here!” Prince Harry told the fairy. “It’s not much, but please do eat. Later on, we’ll dine and make merry.” Prince Harry placed the fairy Terry on his pale white horse. Then away the royal with the fairy hastened on his homeward course. All day long they rode and rode. When the fairy started to groan. Suddenly, from the horse, both the man and fairy were thrown. Hungrily, they paced beneath the setting sun and through the night. They pressed on until morning. Harry’s residence came into sight. Prince Harry’s wife had supper ready, and she’d made a pie. From utter happiness, the fairy thought that he might die. She heated up their food for them. They both had grown so pale! She listened as the fairy Terry told his tragic tale. . . of how he’d lost his way and, for food, had not one crumb until her dear spouse rescued him. At last, his prince had come!
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Sirak Avatar
April 24, 2015 at 4:19 PM
Great story. It reads like a fairy tale.
Parker Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 4:45 PM
I chose to read this one instead of the other one, my guess is it was much easier on my eyes..very nice story
Allison Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 12:45 PM
I read it through three times as the homophone poem - this is much easier to decipher lol - hope it places high for you in the contest:-) hugs jan xx
La France Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 7:51 AM
Andrea, thanks so much for posting this version of your poem, those homophones had me dizzy, I could not figure it out, I like this poem better, 7, and thanks for visiting my poem, my girl and me
Cee Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 6:29 AM
wohoo! amazing !! it's good to be back again after one year glad to check my new poem PYRAMID :)
Kiser Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 4:21 AM
Either way, it's adorable!
Yvonne Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 11:25 PM
People can already hear and see each other it's called Skype. Also all those games people can play online they can talk to each other.
Dietrich Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 12:05 AM
you silly. I know Skype, but can you imagine if they made these comments talking ones somehow, like we would leave recordings of our voices. That would be cool!! I don't want anything to do with the online games though. ugggg
Yvonne Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 11:22 PM
Yes I am up late. I don't sleep very much. Two to three hours a day!
Dietrich Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 12:06 AM
Armand, I thought my mere five to six hours a night was bad. How do you do it? Well, sometimes i only get four due to SNIcKers *he was so bad today; ate one of my nice shoes!!! Good night again. I am incorrigible the way I keep coming to soup.
Yvonne Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 11:17 PM
But I am not joking about being able to fav a poem without commenting. Yes you can! You can read a poem, love it, choose to fav it and not make a comment.
Yvonne Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 11:14 PM
This was so much easier to read so I was being sarcastic!
Dietrich Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 11:16 PM
It would be nice to hear each other's voices when we are commenting here. So much is lost due to not hearing inflections in one's voice, etc. In the future, I bet that comments will be heard, not just seen! you sure are here late, Armand!! you better get to bed!! Nightie night!!
Yvonne Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 11:13 PM
Obviously a stupid joke, sorry!
Yvonne Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 11:12 PM
I mean Andrea about not knowing Prince Harry was in your poem!
Yvonne Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 11:11 PM
Yes I was just joking of course!
Dietrich Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 11:14 PM
I thought so... of course!! But I guess by calling Tarry a fairy, hmmm, and then look at my last line. That really sealed it!!
Johnson-Saunders Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 9:15 PM
Just curious, how long did it take you to write that? I've tried, but my brain won't allow me to get past one line!
Johnson-Saunders Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 9:11 PM
Oh how cute, Andrea! Is there anything you cannot write? You always amaze me...yes, I read the actual entry. The translation helped a lot!! Hugs, Rhonda
Yvonne Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 8:05 PM
PRINCE HARRY WAS IN YOUR POEM? I must of missed that part and yes you can fav a poem without commenting.
Dietrich Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 8:50 PM
are you joshin with me now?? hahaha
Flint Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 6:34 PM
I like it Andrea. How do I read the other one?
Dietrich Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 7:32 PM
wally the other one is right below this one, in my poetry list!! Good luck reading it. I am sure people are just being polite when they say they read it because it is hard enough for Americans to understand those crazy homophones. I can't imagine international poets would do well with it!
Yvonne Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 6:11 PM
This is so much better than the homophones poem! Very intelligent how you added a homosexual to your story. Many brilliant poets where born with that preference. Excellent, a fav!
Dietrich Avatar
April 12, 2015 at 7:33 PM
thanks, Armand. hahahaha, so who was the homosexual in my story. Was it Prince Harry? Or the fairy? heehee
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