Illuminated golden cherry blossoms had slowly descended
As the secret lovers and their wretched curse had ended.
Their souls, through the essence of magic, finally ascended.
One day I woke, and a small noise I heard.
Since very near the window it seemed to be,
I thought perhaps that it could be a bird.
I got up from my bed and went to see.
What a big surprise!
Yes, big surprise, but what I saw was NOT
too big. In fact, what I spied was quite small.
And I am sure it wished not to be caught,
way up there looking startled on the wall.
What met my eyes?
A fairy I saw there with wings outspread.
A pretty fairy. Yellow was her hair;
her hands pressed on the wall above my head.
I wished I had not given her a scare.
Happily I cried hello!
And then I begged her to come down and let
me view her closely. Curious was I.
No sooner did I speak – I saw her get
onto my ceiling fan. It helped her fly!
Out my window she did go!
May 4, 2022 for Jeff Kyser's Tall Tales 2 Poetry Contest
Snow was sick to death of doing all the work
While the merry little rat-men sat around
Farting, eating, snoring, farting, and laughing
Snow had decided to not clean or cook or
Do any of that other garbage today.
Matter of fact, she went on the hunt for mushrooms.
She was gathering them about when a nice crone
Came upon her, and invited her to eat a nice juicy apple
The crone had the eyes of one of the dwarfs
This made her mad, so she snatched the apple
Out of the old woman's hand, and smashed it
Into her face.
The old woman fell down, dead.
Oh, gee. A heart attack?
Snow felt powerful now.
She could Kill people?
She lay in wait for the Rat-men that night
Knowing she was capable of much more
Than merely kicking them to the curb
She had brought along all of the old crone's apples
Ready to kill.....
Once upon a time fairies had tails, feathers and even scales.
This is the true tale of how and why fairies lost their tails.
Well
It all began in ancient times in the age of the dinosaurs
The first fairies were like mini flimsy and flighty Archaeopteryx
With scales, feathers and a long prehensile tail adorned with scales
Fairies flipped their tails to cast spells
But their tails were heavy and misspells were frequent.
Undoing spells was costly, unsure and tricky.
One day the fairy godmother decreed:
"Fairy Tail spells are Old Hat and Flawed"
"There's too many bad spells from miss-flicked tails"
"Fairies need a wand in hand like me"
"Fairy tails be gone!"
With a 'Hey Presto' flick of godmother wand
All fairy tails were painlessly excised
And converted to hand-held magic wands
So now you know
The fairy tale of how a fairies lost their tails
And stopped their misspells.
Fairy tail.
Seams like the movie stuck
in the baby's mind.
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