Short Brice Poems

Bee came by to show off her blue stripes
It’s a process invented by Gnome Putty McRipes.
Is it costly? Asked his favorite faerie friend.
Would be if you don’t have extra money to spend.
She tried to get the bee to tell her the price.
I’ll tell the lily, she said, if you rename me Fanny Brice.
This seemed weird but she was willing to do it.
I’m still not telling you, she said, causing a fit....

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I want the pink one, the orange one, and the lavender one too.
Okay, agreed big brother. Then I shall dye the yellow, green and blue.
But she was a changeable mind girl, his sister, Serendipity Sue.
Can I also have the blue one? She asked her brother Brice.
Sure, he said handing it over. This is nothing like our Savior;s sacrifice.
His parents were silent, watching to see what she would do.
Without another word, she handed Brice the egg, blue....

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