Best Fantasybaby Poems
In my grand baby world she
Dream of pink butterflies and
Angel with golden wings playing
And singing sweet lullabies
She dream of sweet sugar plums
And lollipops dancing around her
Head
She dream of fairies, white doves
And pink butterflies
With wings tips of gold
Gold and silver dust sprinkling
Down as they open their wings
She dream of little fairies tickling
Little feet
Her joy shows as her laughter cries
Out
Bouncing around with little fairies
Playing and singing sweet lullabies
Her eyes of blue, as deep as the sky
Looking up at the golden half moon
Hanging so high
Stars of silver and golden threads flickers
Durning the night
Unicorns and fairies playing in a
Field of clovers
With pink ribbons and bows
She dreams of pink butterflies as she lay
In her crib sleeping
Dreaming of sweet nothings
Fairies, butterflies and little
Angels with unicorns in her world
As she sleeps in her little world
Where fantasy is true
Her little sisters and brothers
All angels in heavens
Where her world is all but a beautiful
Dream
As she grow and flourish to be a wife
A mother
And tell her stories to her children in
The future
Dedicated To My Grand Baby Miya
Way down deep in the depths of hell
There once lived an evil old woman troll
She was haggard, very old and twisted
Her face had warts and was also whiskered
The troll lived alone in an underground cave
She wanted someone with her to be her slave
She wasn’t particular and anyone would do
Troll looked around coz she wasn’t bothered who
One day the troll took a walk outside
An elfin came along and took her as his bride
They lived ever after in the troll’s dark cave
Troll got what she wanted her very own slave
It wasn’t very long before the troll got broody
She was getting angry and was always moody
Elfin decided that she should have a little troll
So Troll had a baby and she treats it like a doll
Baby troll grew up to look just like her mummy
Troll didn’t like having baby troll in her tummy
The baby troll grew up to be an Elfin Troll girl
She had met a partner had his heart in a whirl
So they played at happy families and lived ever after
The underground cave was filled with love and laughter
No more nasty evil trolls lived there anymore
There was love and humour and little children galore