elfin pirouette
flaunts prettiness of peacocks
redefined rainbow
Identical elfin twins consult their mama
Without any arguing, no fits or drama
She has them listening, and their respect.
No underlying theme to unravel or inspect.
A magnetic fairy with elfin smile,
Captures immersion with feminine wile.
Moonshine aura enwraps you,
Queen with crown of diamond dew,
Sublime joie de vivre shines in style.
sweet elfin baby is asleep in her vine cocoon
we will let her slumber in the light of the moon
her azure eyes will not open any too soon
we might even let elfin baby sleep until noon
I think back to the days
Of that elfin faced boy
Sweet , funny and a little coy
Like a brother to mine
A second son
Lasting memories
Of good times and fun
Two boys playing
Innocent and carefree
Full of life and promise
For who they will be
From boys to men
Decent and strong
Finding their place
Where they belong
The elfin faced boy
Now has a child of his own
To love and protect
Until he has grown
He now has a beautiful boy
His reason everyday
Forever to teach and guide him
To help him find his way
Your child’s life will be wonderful
Full of happiness and joy
A good man he will become
Being raised by the elfin faced boy!
Elfin Woman Who Loves Birds, how casually you sing their song
The wind, the elk, the beaver, the crow, all of them in a throng.
Want to tell you they admire your empathetic caring ways.
You have charmed them out of their doldrums many days.
Elf Woman Who Loves Birds appreciated the appreciation.
She had no idea she was so admired in the aviary nation.
She continued to study and watch out for her feathered friends.
And they watched out for her until the end of her ends.
Down by the soily brook they go, under the woody bridge.
The Featherly Elfins make their home to hide from the Blustery Fridge.
Made of snow and windy blow, icesickles in his hair,
he comes to still the Valleyville, blowing crystals in the air.
The Elfins chug their gluggy mugs and toast with foamy tea,
Chanting songs of winters gone to wake the Bloomy Be.
The flutterbys fill uptop skies with gillians of yellowy wings,
The Elfins song brings summer on over the melty cling.
Baby seeds roll up their sleeves to poke the icy ridge.
Down by the soily brook, we’re told, under the woody bridge.
elfin faerie, what a doll.
Blueberry vine adorns a wall.
my mushroom dreams, here to stay
in verdant forest, far away.
faerie princess, you do excel
give your all, extremely well.
never a plot, rarely a ploy.
in dreams of little girl or boy.
sweet wind is flying, in the kell.
tingling prettily, silver bell,
branches tingling, in the flow.
elfin faerie, one to know
if she cannot help, no one can
she was born from promise land
press that tiny silver ball,
elfin faerie's doorbell, small.
so stand straight, and honest be.
mushroom dreams, for you and me.
elfin faerie, what a doll.
opens door, embraces all.
She lay there, silent and still, in a falsified sleep,
As her hands danced that tangible love with her blanket.
The blink on her lips told me all of her secrets,
For my eyes she was a submissive ripe banquet.
Then her inviting arms opened to pull me in closer,
Closer to her little dark red elfin lips.
And she kissed like a robin promenading her lover,
Clutching my everything with hushed fingertips.
We created deep truthful love, all into the night,
The moans and the groans and the roar.
All over the room, all over the house,
All over the cold kitchen floor.
My lover lay there silent, in her falsified sleep,
Always waiting for her master to awake her.
With a kiss from her knight, on her lips to ignite,
She is my dame and I’m her monsieur.
Written a year ago but never entered into a contest, thought it might suit Mystic Roses Red contest.
Oh my pretty little elfin faced girl
In green woolly tights and pixie shoes
Please notice me beneath the mistletoe
And kiss away my Christmas blues
Oh my pretty little elfin faced girl
I wish you would grant my Christmas wish
But it appears that I wish in vain
For you don’t even know that I exist
So I stand alone with my Christmas punch
Looking out at the fresh fallen snow
When I see your elfin face smile at me
And you’re holding a sprig of mistletoe
Oh my pretty little elfin faced girl
In green woolly tights and pixie shoes
I’ve admired you from a distance
Where your smile melts away my blues
I watched you bloom in the spring
And bask in the warm summer glow
Then dressed in russet colours of autumn
And all the year I’ve felt my love grow
Now winter is here and Christmas is near
Oh how I long to kiss your sweet lips so
Oh my pretty little elfin faced girl
I pray I meet you beneath the mistletoe
Elfin crackers
well, they’d sell better if they were called
Cannibal crackers
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