steampunk faerie came roaring into town on a train
Not in a train, but rather on it, without notice or refrain
We tried to stop her, but she could not be restrained said the engineer
She heard him and rolled her eyes, making fun of his veneer.
delicate ladybug faerie was lady like and fine
so tiny, you could barely see her wing or outline
she rode around on ladybugs, so this tells you a bit
About how tiny she is, but she has a fine wit
She has to use a megaphone to speak to the other fey
because she is smaller than most of them, her name is Linda Lou Kay
She talks about love, and wants everyone to be friends
When you hear her stories, you hope they will never end
Ladybug faerie is upbeat and positive all the time
With a magnifying glass I can barely make out her outline
She is tiny but sassy; her ideas are wonderfully sharp
In the evening, she becomes a musician and takes out her harp
flower faerie with the striped socks is fine
We watched her bless our garden all down the line
The tulips loved her as did the daisies and the tiger lily.
Frankly said Marigold, her socks look rather silly.
Harry is dying, being moved quickly to purgatory.
this I have to admit is a never-ending familiar story
he is not ready to go to heaven or hell
what he has done, only the angels can tell
the powers that are from the P Star which now doth appear
sends in Fluffy fuzzy faerie, who always leads recruits here
She wears a pretty costume and shows them how to fly
After waking him up, she brings Harry up to the sky.
she was sitting on her bumble bee
singing a rumble dumble tumble ditty
is that an elf, gnome or a faerie?
This was asked by far-sighted Grandma Tee.
She is a faerie, said her granddaughter Zee.
How do you know? Asked Grandma Tee
She has faerie wings, replied little Zee
You are so bright! Said Grandma Tee.
sunflower faerie appeared in a Kansas field
in the middle of sunflowers with an unusual yield
She flitted between the faces of these large flowers
Giving them a teensy bit of her sunflower powers
The sunflowers she landed on now had a face
And mouths that moved, but they could not chase
We want legs now said one with her new mouth
Sunflower faerie laughed and promptly flew south.
colorful butterfly faerie flew into the garden today
The marigolds, lilies and lilacs all leaned her way
Wanting a favor, a glimpse, a look at her gown
She had a terrific personality, and no kind of frown
She is such a beauty! The elves and dwarfs did agree.
Tomato worm never saw her; he was watching TV
The radishes and carrots tried to get her to come over.
She was adorable! said the cat and an old dog named Rover.
Colorful butterfly faerie told them she would be back soon.
She had promised a relative she would meet them on the moon.
As she flew away, the garden waved and yelled out good-byes.
Within minutes she had entered a large cloud up in the skies.
Wild Wilma woodland faerie
lived in a lantern with lucky Larry
An elf resolved to never commit or marry
This is why he soon lost his love, Wilma faerie
Rainbow rain faerie stood in the rain enjoying every bit of it
Taking large gulps of air, she felt replenished and refreshed.
Her rainbow wings welcomed the soaking the rain was giving them
April was rainbow rain faerie’s favorite month, it rejuvenated her.
Other fey sat under moss and violets watching, not understanding.
She did not notice; she was enjoying the rain’s sounds and ambiance.
Although she looked like a dainty delight
That gorgeous faerie queen was not quite right
Bad-talked people before they were out of sight
She was grouchy and mean, all day and night
Her green eyes were glowing, extremely bright
She had blonde hair that was curly and light
She appeared two weeks ago just past twilight
What comes from her mouth simply is not right
Lithe lime faerie was a cousin to Lucy Lemon.
They were both young girls, only six or seven.
Flying in tandem, showing the garden their scents.
The were both lovely, most said heaven-sent.
I am your faerie godmother the creature told Frienderella.
Frienderalla stared at this beautiful, young, exotic creature.
You cannot be, you are nothing like the godmother in Cinderella.
True, said the godmother, but I am real, not a book or movie feature.
October brought in pumpkins, but also Priscila, autumn faerie.
Adorned in tangerines, oranges, yellows, her mood bright and airy.
She did not make herself known to the humans in the house.
But she was spotted instantly by a cat, pig and field mouse.
How often do you come here? Asked the curious cat.
Every October, stated the mouse, who was the size of a rat
The pig stared at the beautiful faerie, no words were said.
He dreamed of her often, that love-sick sow, Ed.
kind thoughtful faerie love
blowing kisses
they arrived before she did
floating out from her storybook
Poseidon’s spear slashed out from the angry waves
A tumultuous monsoon began to gather up the sea
The faerie folk went into hiding
When they saw army of sea cupids
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