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The Little Folk.

Fairies have become a part of my life.

No I do not neglect my loving wife.

She still takes it all in good part.

Just like she did from the very start.

Fairies are with me all of the day.

I have not the heart to send them away.

From early in the morning till late at night,

right through the hours of bright daylight.

At Breakfast, Coffee time, Dinner and Tea,

The little folk are with the wife and me.

Why even when we go to our beds.

One or two still fly around our heads.

What do they do when we are asleep?

I often wake up just to have a peep.

At night there are no fairies to be seen.

I think they all go home to the Fairy Queen.

If you Dear Reader suffer from Fairies too

There is really no help at all for you.

Fairies when they come, they come to stay,

No not even you can send them away.

Just bear with the little folk, like the Wife and I.

You too will get used to them by and by.

Pixie Riot.

In Fairyland there has been a serious riot,

The Pixies they just would not keep quiet.

Nothing but complain the whole day long.

They swore the Fairies had done them wrong.

I wrote down all of the Pixies complaints,

Knowing full well that none of them were saints.

Pixies cannot fly they had never developed wings.

Like the Bees and Wasps they now wanted stings.

Stings for Pixies they are much too impulsive.

Why the very idea I find extremely repulsive.

I decided the Pixies would never have stings,

Also they would never be able to develop wings.

I would and could not grant their desire.

Why it would have been like playing with fire.

To get their revenge they painted the butterflies white,

This they did in the course of one long night.

To punish them I forbid that they go to the Fairy ball.

I thought it was a very mild punishment after all.

To the Fairy Queen I presented all of the facts.

She was most disgusted at their rebellious acts.

If you see white butterflies flying in the sky,

Just let me know and they will be repainted by and by.

The fairies love colours above all things,

Why they even paint each other’s wings.

Even flowers would be dreary if all of them were white,

A nicely coloured flower is everyone’s delight.

The Pixies have now seen the error of their ways.

The riot is ended for the fairies they are full of praise.

A lesson was learned on this fateful day,

Riots from Pixies will never really pay.

All must live together in harmony,

For all of the times this is the way it should be.

Something new?

Shall I write about Fairies, Dragons or something new?

If I could Dear Reader I would leave it entirely up to you.

Some want tales of fairies, some tales of dragons galore.

As for me myself I just do not want you all to sadly bore.

I see that no help is coming at least not from you, or you.

So I am going to try my hand at something completely new.

I will write about the Ghosts that roam around my old house.

They do not bother me or my very large family mouse.

My Ghosts are a little wacky not quite right in the head.

Especially late at night when I want to go to my bed.

Some ghosts clank chains others do loudly pitifully wail.

Others roam about all night dressed in suits of armoured mail.

Then there is the lady with her head tucked under her arm.

She is very pretty and really full of a weird kind of charm.

Every now and again a ghost comes through the bedroom wall,

Hello Bern she says make room in your bed for I am ever so small.

A few old ladies in nightgowns drop down right through the ceiling,

I do not really mind but I wish they would stop their screaming.

One of them drives a car right in the middle of my living room.

Another all night long sweeps and wails while pushing a broom.

All white and eerie a lady looking very sad and all forlorn,

Keeps chanting that she will be pleased when again she is newborn.

My ghosts are all rather noisy and keep me awake at night.

I rather like them all for they are a most jolly sight.

So in the morning when I have deep shadows under my eyes,

also a sore throat from saying to the ghosts my goodbyes.

Please do not think that I am an old incurable insomniac,

Just wish with me that my ghosts will never dare to come back.

Fairy Ball.

I seem to have Fairies on my old brain,

They come to visit me again and again.

I have told you about the Fairy Queen,

And all the strange things I have seen.

My eyes they are always open real wide,

Why! I have even seen Fairies having a slide.

really the most amazing thing of all,

Took place at the yearly Fairy Ball.

Imps came in riding on newts,

All were dressed in bright green suits.

Even the oldest Leprechaun of all,

Came rather late to the Fairy ball.

Trolls arrived from the Scandinavian lands,

each carrying some gold South African rands.

Fire-flies lit up the green forest floor,

Dances were danced without a single flaw.

The orchestra consisted of a hundred Gnomes,

All were playing music on some weird trombones.

Conducting them all was a very young Elf,

Most of the time he was speaking to himself.

I used a video camera to record it all,

these strange goings on at the Fairy Ball.

I then played the Video on my television,

It was you know a real poor transmission.

I had only recorded one good scene,

Where a toad kissed the Fairy Queen.

Children.

Twenty children at my feet,

I had arranged that we meet.

I told them of the Fairy Queen,

And all the fairy things I'd seen.

Large open eyes followed my every word,

for I spoke of fairy things unheard.

Like the dragon fly with silvery wings,

and the stardust that the fairy brings.

Leprechauns that hide their gold,

In pots that are ever so old.

Winged horses that fly so high,

How the Fairies painted the butterfly,

Of fairy homes in the woods,

magic wands that produced the goods.

Names of the little people from over the sea,

Yes all of these things they heard from me.

Twenty happy children at my feet,

I am so glad that we did meet.

Now the children know of fairy things,

and all of the magic that a fairy brings.

Fairies And Elves.

Fairies and Elves everywhere I look,
Some are in my old picture book.
Others I see in my garden at night,
Having great fun by the moon’s own light.
This is my secret not a soul will I tell,
For I have been blessed with a fairy spell.
The Fairy Queen herself gave me a charm,
To guard and keep me from all harm.
Do you too see Fairies and elves at night?
Are you too filled with strange delight?
There are people I know that do not believe,
In Fairies and Elves for this I often grieve.
For years I have been privileged to view,
Sweet Fairy dreams, that are seen but by a few.
I would take you to visit the Fairies if I could,
But non-believers are like blocks of wood.
I will keep my fairies and Elves all to myself,
For I consider them as part of my wealth.

Fairies Call.

A thing that did me enthral,
Was an invitation to a Fairy Ball.
Pixies and Gnomes, Fairies and Elves,
All came to the ball dressed as themselves.
An orchestra of Leprechauns played a tune,
This all took place in the month of June.
Some were dancing while others ate a meal
I remember thinking that this was for real.
There was a banquet of delicious berries and fruits,
Served by Trolls dressed up in their very best suits.
To drink there was some Parsley wine,
Served in Golden Beakers that were so fine.
All in all it was a merry sight,
As pretty little Glow Worms lit up the starry night.
Then at the very crack of dawn,
I awoke in my bed with one big yawn.
I was pleased to have been invited to the Fairy Ball,
And I will listen again for the Fairies call.

Fairy Tale.

I wish that I could write a fairy tale,
something for the children to enjoy.
I know that it could not possibly fail,
to enthral every little girl and boy.

I could write about a wicked Giant,
My hero would bring him to fall.
But my words are poor and not compliant,
My imagination is much too small.

So I will stay with my poems that rhyme,
No point in writing a fairy tale.
I just do not seem to have enough time,
I am sure that my story would fail.

Little People.

I see the little People they are everywhere,
Why one is standing behind my comfy armchair.
They all come to visit me now that I am old,
I mean them no harm and they have become very bold.
When I sit and write my poems late in the night,
They look over my shoulder and laugh with great delight.
I will never betray them for we have a secret bond,
Sometimes they take me with them to the realms beyond.
Fairies and Elves, Imps and Leprechauns and Trolls;
Show me their workshops where they make Toys and Dolls.
They have great patience with rough Humankind,
And can read all the secrets that are stored in our mind.
Help for the needy and the faint of heart;
Is and always has been their philosophy right from the start.
Yes the Little People they are everywhere,
When you most need help they are right there.
Only the very young and sometimes the very old,
may see the Little People and their hearts of gold.
Be wary where you tread as this world you roam,
Who knows your booted feet may destroy a little home.
I love their company they give me much pleasure,
and their very friendship is my greatest treasure.

Child Play.

I see the children as they play,
The games I know so well.
I watch with delight every day,
As I listen to voices sweet as a bell.

The cheerful cries fill me with joy,
Smiling faces tell all is good.
My heart goes out to every girl and boy,
And I would play with them if I could.

From my armchair I watch in leisure,
Happy faces out side my window frames,
Yes I am content to see such pleasure
And wish that I could join in their games.

The children take me back to the old days,
When I was young and filled with esprit.
Now I can only sit here and gaze,
Thanking Heaven that I can still hear and see.

In my dream the other night,

In my dream the other night,
I saw the Fairies in full flight.
They were on their way, the stars to clean,
The most impressive sight I have ever seen.

All had buckets and scrubbers with cloths and soap,
They were flying and singing, I knew they could cope.
Flying to a section of the Milky Way,
they scrubbed and cleaned until the light of day.

Tired and happy they returned to the earth,
Joking and bantering they were full of mirth.
The next night they flew to the Moon,
they scrubbed and cleaned until the afternoon.

The next time you are out at night,
and see the moon and stars so shiny and bright.
Think of the Fairies and the work they have done,
the next step is they will clean the sun.

They clean and polish every hundred years or so,
that we on Earth may enjoy the show.
When you are asleep just dream very slow,
you might see the Fairies, You just might you know.

Fairy Temptations.

It was on one moonlit night,
I wandered along the seashore.
I witnessed a most peculiar sight,
Sheer fantasy is what I saw.

A pretty sweet young Mermaid,
Was lying on the sands.
I thought at first she prayed,
for she had crossed her hands.

But then I saw a Fairy beautiful to behold,
dressed in a royal gown spun from purest gold.
She spoke to the Mermaid with a melodious voice,
offering her three wishes of her own choice.

The Mermaid carefully listened then came her reply,
All the treasures of the ocean are mine.
On all the sea creatures I can safely rely,
food in the great oceans is for me to dine.

The most delicate of pearls are there for my taking,
as you see your three wishes I must deny.
For you it must be heartbreaking,
to hear this my solemn reply.

Then with a quick flip of her tail,
she swam off into the deep of the sea,
For the truth of this my tale,
you have my word and my guarantee

The Fairy Queen.

Where do the royals really live?
For example the Fairy Queen.
She has so much love to give,
Her life must be a very dream.

Granting wishes each and every day,
To wanting people like you and me.
We are all glad she came our way,
The loveliest person we shall ever see.

She has no royal carriage,
Drawn by horses four.
Nor does she live in marriage,
No fairy king I’m sure.

A wand of magic she calls her own,
Wishes she grants for free,
So where is her lovely home,
No palaces do I ever see?

Flowers she paints with colours bold,
Everything grows at her behest.
No palace or castle be it old,
In north, south, east or west.

So where does she reside,
Not in a toadstool I am sure.
Where is her place of abode?
It is in the homes of the poor.

Bluebell Hill.

I hear bells so softly ringing,
happy voices are sweetly singing.
This all took place on Bluebell Hill,
I must say it gives me a thrill.

Fairies are ringing the bluebells,
the singing is done by the bees.
My nose is tickled by delicious smells,
I am thrilled by all that I see.


Spectators are arriving fast,
birds, squirrels and the shy deer.
I join in the dance at last,
My head is beginning to feel queer.

Bluebell Hill is a magic place,
but for only once in a year,
Dancing is done at a terrific pace,
how glad I am to be here.

If you go to Bluebell Hill,
sit quietly under the trees,
You too might get a thrill,
from the fairies and the bees.

Daisies and Roses.

The Daisies in my front garden,
Are gossiping yet again.
They ask and give no pardon,
And are driving me insane.

Telling tales About the Roses,
Helps them pass the time.
I’ll pick them to make posies,
It will surely be no crime.

The Roses they are blushing,
They’ve turned a pinky red.
Their words are quite crushing.
I think I’ll put them all to bed.

The Daisies must stop talking,
It is time for them to be quiet.
I’ll give the lawn a chalking,
That will cause a riot.

Now the Roses and the Daisies,
Are all tucked up in bed.
My thoughts are now quite hazy,
I’m glad no blood has been shed.

Leprechaun.

Sitting on a toad stool at the break of dawn,
Was an Irish Elf known as the Leprechaun.
I listened to him singing with a voice so clear,
His praise of Nature was music to my ear.
He sung of flowers covered in morning dew,
And of gossamer cobwebs spun in the night anew.
His voice accompanied the early birds just awake,
Blending well with the sweet tones that they make.
The he plucked some shamrocks with four perfect leaves,
These he placed carefully in his pockets and up his sleeves.
He sang of his good luck and his pots of gold,
That he had been saving from the days of old.
Then he turned his head and saw my astonished look,
Told me to go home and write about this encounter in my poetry book.
I bid him good day and went on my way,
Now that he had seen me I could not stay,
So I returned home and wrote this little verse,
About the Leprechaun that sung praise to the Universe.

Fairy Occupation.

The house is empty right next door,

Fairies have occupied it, I am sure.

All is quiet by the light of day,

At night the Fairies are at play.

Singing, dancing, quite a noise,

Painting pictures is another of their joys.

A spider span a long washing line,

Garments are hanging so delicate, so fine.

The Moon slowly wandering overhead,

Reminds me it is time for my bed.

I cannot tear my eyes away, not yet,

For this is a picture I will never forget.

Fairies in the house right next door,

My nights are happier that’s for sure.





The New Magic Pen.



The Wife and I have been invited down into the forest glen.

The fairies have a present for me it is a new magic pen.

I have to fill it with a special ink of blue and green.

It will write the most beautiful poems man has ever seen.

All of the little folk will be there you know in full force,

Even her Majesty will come riding on the winged horse.

From all over the world they will come in one’s and two’s.

Most will wear their brand new blue and yellow fairy shoes.

The Leprechauns have been asked not to bring their pots of gold.

For in fairy land there is nothing to be bought or to be sold.

The Trolls and the Pixies all I know have promised to behave,

The Fairy Queen has threatened to send them all to the dark cave.

The dark cave it lies hidden in the forest’s deepest glade.

There is no bright light but just the forevermore shade.

My little family mouse have also been invited to the glen.

They are all a little excited about my receiving a new pen.

Finally the great day has arrived to my deepest delight,

I have not been able to sleep more than half of the night.

I have showered and shaved my silly old face once more.

My wife says I look really smart but I was not so sure.

We must not keep the Fairy Queen waiting so off we all went,

my Wife quite lively me with my old back all tottery and bent.

We wandered along the forests green floor to the forest glen.

We all slowly arrived at about quarter past of the ten.

There was an atmosphere of gaiety in the sunlit floor,

A thousand fairies or could it have been a few more.

All were singing and dancing, to the most modern of tunes,

Wine was served it had been made from the freshest of prunes.

Then Her Majesty the Fairy Queen arrived from out of the skies.

Bringing with her my New Magic Pen and lots of fresh fruit pies.

A right royal feast soon got under way down in the forest glen.

With fairy pomp and ceremony the Queen gave me my magic pen.

It was just after midnight that we arrived back at my old house,

My wife very happy, me delighted and my happy little family mouse.

Fairy Visitors.

Many more fairies are coming to my old house,

They come to see me and my little family mouse.

Word has gotten round that I write small fairy-tails.

Some come a visiting riding on the backs of snails.

When they arrive it is in the early morning dew,

Some are even wet and soaked right through.

I make them all take a good hot shower,

Some even queue up for well over an hour.

Breakfast I serve at eight in the dining room,

flowers on each table all very fresh in bloom.

All want to see my magic pen and ink it is true.

I am asked to write fairy tales from out of the blue.

The African fairies have told me some tall tales,

as big as elephants are most of their snails.

The fairies from America are all very polite,

Most of them want to stay until late at night.

English fairies are all dressed in red, white and blue.

To the English colours they are all very true.

Some fairies came from as far away as Eskimo land,

They told me that they have never seen any sand.

My favourites came from old Spain you know,

They danced for me a real Spanish Flamenco.

My neighbours very inquisitive from across the way,

they have a noisy dog that barks all of the day.

I think that they are suspicious of me and my house.

Just what would they say to my little family mouse.

It is a good thing that the Fairies cannot be seen.

What on earth would they say about the Fairy Queen?

International Fairy Meeting.

I must tell you about the fairy meeting.

A Leprechaun read the royal greeting.

From all over the World they gathered here,

It was I think to celebrate the Fairy New Year.

From China, Europe, Africa, America and Australia too,

some of them quite strange others to me definitely new.

National costumes were worn with obvious pride,

I had my little folk and family mouse always by my side.

I needed a translator most of the time,

Apart from that we conversed in mime.

The Chinese Fairies were interested in my old house,

The Australians took to my nice little family mouse.

The European fairies teased the Americans a lot,

which rather put me in an embarrassing spot.

I went around all day with a smile on my face,

I spoke to the members of each fairy race.

A great time I think was had by one and all,

Another get together was arranged for the fairy ball.

A fairy choir sang songs so ancient and sweet,

This happened they told me at each international meet.

They sang in a language that was very, very old.

It was about fairy beginnings I was then told.

As usual a banquet appeared from out of the air,

All ate and drank there was plenty to spare.

As soon as midnight struck on the Church bell,

Something it seemed had broken the magic spell.

Now all is quiet in the woods at the back of my old house,

All have gone except me and my nice little family mouse.

International Fairy Meeting.

I must tell you about the fairy meeting.

A Leprechaun read the royal greeting.

From all over the World they gathered here,

It was I think to celebrate the Fairy New Year.

From China, Europe, Africa, America and Australia too,

some of them quite strange others to me definitely new.

National costumes were worn with obvious pride,

I had my little folk and family mouse always by my side.

I needed a translator most of the time,

Apart from that we conversed in mime.

The Chinese Fairies were interested in my old house,

The Australians took to my nice little family mouse.

The European fairies teased the Americans a lot,

which rather put me in an embarrassing spot.

I went around all day with a smile on my face,

I spoke to the members of each fairy race.

A great time I think was had by one and all,

Another get together was arranged for the fairy ball.

A fairy choir sang songs so ancient and sweet,

This happened they told me at each international meet.

They sang in a language that was very, very old.

It was about fairy beginnings I was then told.

As usual a banquet appeared from out of the air,

All ate and drank there was plenty to spare.

As soon as midnight struck on the Church bell,

Something it seemed had broken the magic spell.

Now all is quiet in the woods at the back of my old house,

All have gone except me and my nice little family mouse.

Fairy Sayings.

Where the elder bushes prolifically grow,

Fairies are to be seen I will have you know.

Also where bluebells in abundance prevail,

Fairies will gather to listen to a good tale.

If in the woods you step into a fairy ring,

Seven years of captivity it will you bring.

If as a child one of your first teeth falls out,

A fairy coin under your pillow will sprout.

Catch a Leprechaun by its arm or leg,

You never will have for money to beg.

All this I heard as a very young child,

I took no notice for I was very wild.

Now I am old with hair that is grey,

Many, many fairies have come my way.

I asked them if all of these stories were true,

Or were they just fancies from out of the blue.

Fairy sayings and doings are manifold,

It is better to believe unless you are bold.

Fairy Potion.

I was not going to write about fairies today,

I wanted a rest and was going to go away.

Then I had news from the ancient city of Peking.

The Chinese People had forgotten how to sing.

This was a dilemma to say the very least.

no more singing from the farthest east.

My Granny always gave me liquorice to eat,

For throats that are sore it is hard to beat.

No more opera from old China Town,

Many people I know will surely frown.

I thought to get help from the W.H.O.

All about sore throats they must know.

They could send doctors in aeroplanes.

Pour disinfectant down all the drains.

The fairies will help me I suddenly thought,

So I sent a message to the Royal Court.

This is serious said the Fairy Queen,

Who then made a potion from a magic bean.

The magic potion was quickly to Peking sent

By an old Leprechaun who’s back was all bent.

The Chinese Peoples all had a share of the potion,

And suddenly they all went into slow motion.

It cured them of this terrible complaint,

Now some of them sing and some of them paint.

Me now I have told you this tale of woe,

I will pack my bags and away I will go.

I will leave my garden and my old house,

in the capable hands of my Family Mouse.

I will I think travel to old Peking,

Just to hear the Chinese people sing.

Fairy Idea.

My old house it is in a terrible state,

It must be redecorated before it is too late.

I do not really have the time,

to clean away the dirt and grime.

Then one of my fairies had a great idea,

He stopped the time for a quarter of a year.

Then together we redecorated my old house,

The fairies, me and my little family mouse.

New furniture I bought for all of the rooms,

Also dustpan, brush, and a couple of brooms.

Carpets I bought for the bedroom floors,

It might deaden my very loud snores.

Then we dug the garden new,

painted the flowers red, white and blue.

I pruned the fruit trees one by one,

I was surprised at the work we had done.

When all was finished a party I threw,

I even thought of asking you, and you.

My old house is now looking quite new,

All of the little folk came to the do.

When the Fairy Queen heard we had stopped the time,

For punishment she forbade me to write in rhyme.

I won’t be writing poems about fairies and my family mouse,

nor about all the improvements in my old house.

My next poem I will write in a day or two,

This solemn promise I freely give to you,

To tell the truth I am now lying low,

Don’t want to upset Her Majesty you know.

Fairy Ban.

In this my poem I will not speak about fairies,

Nor will I speak about the yellow canaries.

The Fairy Queen is punishing me you know,

The fairies stopped the time in my yesterday show.

I must not write about the fairies in rhyme,

It is something that I do all of the time.

I can tell you of course about my old house.

and of my ever growing little family mouse.

I can speak of my gardens both back and front,

or of the times where the forest ants I did hunt.

I will not tell you of fairies and leprechauns,

Or of the pixie musicians that blow on their horns.

Nothing that has happened in fairyland of late.

Nor how impatiently for the fairies I did wait.

I won’t write about the lovely fairies at all.

nor of the invites to the annual fairy ball.

I could write and tell you about young love,

or the mysteries that have happened above.

I must not even write about the winged horse,

For he is magical as you all know of course.

It is a terrible punishment for a man like me,

That has the habit to write about all that I see.

What can I do about the fairy Queens ban?

I cannot ignore it like I would an old fan.

So you all must wait for at least another day,

Then I can write about all the fairies that come my way.

Fairy Grace.

I am back now in her Royal Majesties grace,

We met and she smiled at my most anxious face.

The fairies can all come to my old house,

To play all they want with my family mouse.

They know that they must not stop the time,

I can now write all of my poems in rhyme.

For my newly decorated house she is full of praise,

In my bed of clover the unicorn may now graze.

And you know instead of the elderberries,

I now have a tree filled with ripe cherries.

My flowers are still painted red, white and blue.

All of the fairy folk have remained to me true.

Leprechauns, trolls, pixies and the elves,

All may play hide and seek on my bookshelves.

My house is clean and looks like new,

To celebrate I have cooked some Irish stew.

Elderberry wine is now ripening in my old house,

The very first bottle is for my little family mouse.

Soon it will be time for the fairies annual ball.

There will be food, drink, and presents for all.

I too can invite the lovely winged horse,

The fairies I will teach the code Morse.

All is now well in my funny old house.

With the fairies, me, and my family mouse.

No one will mess around and stop the time,

In my distillery we will drink whisky and lime.

You are all invited please come if you will,

Nothing will be said if you your drinks do spill.

My little old house is open to you all,

Especially on the night of the fairies ball.

Leprechaun Salesman.

Yesterday a leprechaun rung my front door bell.

It was obvious that he had something to sell.

Politely I invited him in to my old house,

I introduced him to my little family mouse.

It turned out he was selling off his gold.

I had a strange feeling and I went all cold.

He must be ill or desperate I thought,

him selling his gold for next to naught.

Five or more gold coins for a can of peas,

Sell it to me he said down on his bended knees.

Four gold coins for a small bag of rice,

I knew that this was not the right price.

He knows it seems how to find gold,

But the lack of food was making him old.

I told him that gold was of no use to me and mine,

We grew all our own food and that was just fine.

He was welcome to stay and be my guest.

I would serve him food only of the best.

This pleased the Leprechaun to stay with me,

My kindness was being put to the test you see.

He stayed with me for just one year and a day,

I took from him no gold I wanted no pay.

Then for his pocket a parchment he took,

told me to read it to have a good look.

This is to state that one Bernard Shaw,

Would from this day on never be poor,

Magic would see to all of his daily needs,

to compensate him for his many good deeds.

The Fairy Queen had signed it herself with magic ink,

I felt a big need in the wooden floor to sink.

Fairy Outing.

We all went to the seaside in my old car.

The fairies, family mouse, It was not very far.

Excited cries from my little sweet family mouse,

It was the first time they had been away from the house.

The fairies were delighted with the ocean wide,

Never before had they seen the incoming tide.

Sandy shore as far as the eye could see,

This was surely a most wonderful place to be.

Sea Gulls were flying through the salt air,

My fairies copied them all without a care.

I then hired a small flat wooden boat.

All were amazed at the way it did float.

A picnic basket with the fairies favourite food,

Kept them all happy and in a good mood.

For my family mouse some ripe old cheese,

I knew that this would them all please.

I had a beer and a freshly made meat pie,

I peeled onions to make it and had a good cry.

No humans were here on this sandy beach,

It was a perfect spot well within our reach.

All had a wonderful time on this day at the sea.

The fairies, my little family mouse and of course me.

We will all go together again very soon,

perhaps at night by the light of the moon.

Then I am sure we will see some shooting stars.

Our journey will be lit by glow-worms in jars.

It was tiring driving down to the sea,

Before I go to bed I will make a cup of tea.

Then I locked the doors front and back to my house.

I said good night to the fairies and my little family mouse.

In my large garage stands my old car,

I was happily surprised it took us so far.

Months Of The Year

Some thing drastic has happened it is very queer,

My fairies have forgotten the months of the year.

They have all been bewitched by a horrible old hag,

she gave them herbs to eat from out of a leather bag.

The fairies had displeased her with their wands of magic,

Now they are numbed and frightened which is very tragic.

I reported this at once to the Fairy Queen in Fairyland,

Troubles like this are dangerous and could expand.

What if all the fairies all the world over caught this disease,

a danger as serious as this did the Fairy Queen displease.

This she knew could not be solved just with fairy dust.

The old hag should be heavily punished it was a must.

A meeting was called all the wise fairies were to attend,

Was there a simple way this awful danger to bring to an end?

The horrible old hag was called to the fairy meeting,

She did not respond to the Fairy Queen’s greeting.

Ignoring the wise fairies she cast a new terrible spell.

All fairies would forget the days of the year as well.

The fairies called a group of spiders to spin a web so big,

That it could hold the horrible old hag and a big fat pig.

The two of them are still held in captivity by the Fairy Queen,

A sillier sight than this the world has never ever seen.

The wise fairies made a rich magic brew,

It was something similar to a hot Irish stew.

The fairies were soon cured of their unhappy plight,

which after eating the stew vanished overnight.

The horrible old hag and the big fat pig are still held tight,

in the cobwebs spun by the spiders on that fateful night.

If you too forget the days and months of the year,

Do not eat hot Irish stew try drinking some beer.

Fairy Submarine.

The fairies own a small submarine.
Its Commander is the Fairy Queen.
Under the ocean they travel away.
Watching Mermaids at their play.
The fish all stare with their big eyes.
Seeing a fairy submarine is a surprise.
Sharks they always swim quite near.
It seems as if they have no fear.
Whales sing a specially loud song.
When the fairy submarine comes along.
Dolphins too swim quickly alongside,
For they have no problems to hide.
Occasionally they see some eels,
The fairies all break out in squeals.
Octopuses swim along for the ride.
They wont get caught by the tide.
Sea stars at the bottom of the ocean,
Move in a peculiar sort of motion.
Oysters open up their shells so wide,
One can see the large pearls inside.
King Neptune's throne I too have seen.
He shared it once with the Fairy Queen.
I have given too many secrets away,
I'll tell no more fairy-tales today.
I am going back home to my old house,
To spend the evening with my Family Mouse.

Fairy Sweets.

I took the fairies to a large factory that makes sweets.

My taking them was to give them a well-deserved treat.

I could under no circumstances take my family mouse.

They all stayed at home to look after my old house.

Some leprechauns came with us just for the ride,

They wanted some sweets just to put on the side.

In the factory we walked through to the new boiling floor.

It was very hot as we went through the revolving door.

Fifty large vats of toffee were boiling merrily away.

There was nothing for us to eat I am sorry to say.

Then on to a big room where toffees in bags were filled,

Here the Leprechauns were all excited and rather thrilled.

Each fairy and leprechaun were given a packet of toffees,

All of different flavours why some were like sweet coffees.

Then we were shown through a huge dispatching hall.

Hurriedly all my fairies and leprechauns I to me did call.

I did not want to loose a fairy or leprechaun on the way.

For we were soon all to go home and call it a good day.

On the way home all ate of their toffees it was very quiet.

Thank goodness not one of them were on a strict diet.

My bag of toffees I gave to the large family mouse.

It was a fair reward for looking after my old house.

I then went up the stairs to my four-poster bed.

My, was I glad to lay down my weary old head.

It had been a very exciting day out for us all.

Now I am waiting for the sand man to call.

Fairies In My Attic.

Straight up the stairs right up at the top of my old house,
There is a room known only to me and my family mouse.
In this my attic I store all of my old toys,
They were once you know my boyhood joys.
I have a very good old electric train,
That goes around the room and back again.
My mice often play in the room upstairs,
This is our secret that no one shares.
Mice are talkative and they gave our secret away,
Now all of my fairies they go upstairs to play.
Mice and fairies ride on my old electric train,
They ride around the room and back again.
From the locomotive chimney come puffs of smoke,
The fairies all think that this is a wonderful joke.
The mice and fairies play here most of the day,
It is as much as I can do to entice them away.
Sometimes they play with my old bat and ball,
With a little luck they come for dinner when I call.
The most important toy just sits on a chair,
Yes you have guessed it; it is my cuddly old bear.
He sits there quietly and takes it all in,
On his lovely old face a rather big grin.
I would invite you all to come and play in my attic,
Some of my old toys well they are fully automatic,
I know you are all busy with no time to play,
Just come if you will, don’t listen to what I say.

Fairy Colours.

Colours in thousands of different hues,
Reds, yellows, orange, greens, indigo, violet and blues
Fairies turning out colours by the hours,
Delicately painting grass, trees and millions of flowers.
Everywhere I go I see with wondering delight,
That the fairies work overtime to make the world bright.
When I look at the birds of the air,
I see too they have their share
Even the fish in the deepest of seas,
Have wonderful colours for me to please.
The clouds so high up in the skies,
Are also good for a lovely surprise.
Colours nothing but colours everywhere abound,
high in the sky and below on the ground.
I once saw some fairies painting the flowers,
This they did with their magical powers.
A touch with the wand and all was changed,
Colours so marvellous all freshly arranged.
The fairies then turned to the animal world,
Thousands more colours magically unfurled.
Fairies work in shift I’ll have you know,
They work so fast to put on a good show.
The next time you see colours with thousands of hues.
There is no need to wonder I have given you the clues.
The hard working fairies have given their best,
And our beautiful world is with colours blest.

Fairy Tale.

Moonlight silvery moonlight, lightning up the sky,
Soft shadows covered in incandescent light.
A forest glade movement is all around.
Not even the animals of the night make a sound.
Fairies and elves are holding a midnight meet,
Everywhere they are dancing on lithe dexterous feet.
Fairy wings of gossamer silk gently move to music divine,
Elves are the musicians with instruments so fine.
Suddenly the fairy Queen appears out of nowhere,
I the only human could only stand and stare.
Hardly daring to breath I watched her with delight,
This was my most wonderful, my most joyous night.
Stars were twinkling in the sky above me,
But my eyes had only one scene to see.
The Fairy Queen and the little people of the woods,
My how I felt so happy it was unbelievably good.
Then before my very eyes mushrooms were covered in silken cloth,
A cauldron appeared it was full of steaming broth.
Fairies and elves sat down to participate of the treat,
I still remained rooted I could not move my feet.
Next goblets of sweet nectar for the little people to drink,
I wondered where they came from it certainly made me think.
Then cakes of sweetness appeared from out of the air,
Each ate their fill there was more than plenty to spare.
Hurrying clouds suddenly swept across the sky,
Suddenly all was gone, I could only let out a deep sigh.
I have often been since in the fairy glade,
With bright moonlight a lightning up each shade.
I have no more seen the fairies or watched those dancing feet
It seems it was a once in a lifetime fairy meet.

Some Tea.

One of the prettiest sights I ever did see,

Was of fairies collecting dew-drops to make a pot of tea.

Dew-drops were taken from every blade of grass,

The tea the Fairies made was certainly first class.

This all took place in the month of May,

in a wooded grove where Fairies were wont to play.

Tea was served in Blue-bells turned upside down,

The Fairy Queen was present wearing her golden crown.

All sipped daintily of this most delicious tea,

There was enough left over and a cup they gave to me.

I was delighted for they made me feel at home,

In future I know where my footsteps will roam,

Down in a wooded grove known only to me,

I will patiently wait until they offer me some tea.

Fairy Fool?

Just the other day I felt such a fool,

My greenhouse was turned into a school.

Fairy children were being taught about life,

how to be happy and how to avoid strife.

Cucumbers, tomatoes and the melons too,

they can vouch that this story is true.

Flowers too were in the teaching plan

the fairy children soaked up knowledge with élan.

There were no marks given, nothing earned,

Scolding and such was very much spurned.

All that the fairy children had to do,

Was to them selves be honest and true.

I would have loved to attended this school,

Then perhaps I would not feel such a fool.

Fairy In Disgrace.

There was once a very mischievous fairy.

Who upset people and was very contrary.

His doings were the talk of fairyland.

The little folk all wanted him banned.

They petitioned the most beautiful Fairy Queen.

For such goings on had never before been seen.

The Queen ordered some magic leather.

Made by a leprechaun and light as a feather.

A Cobbler was asked to sew a leather sack.

One that could be carried on a fairy’s back.

The Fairy Queen then announced her plan.

In future the naughty fairy would become a sandman.

The Fairy Queen filled the new sack with magic sand.

The naughty fairy would in future wander the land.

All that were tired and could not sleep.

No longer will count unending sheep.

The Sandman must throw magic sand in their eyes.

So that all may deeply sleep until the sun does rise.

The magic sack was never at all empty.

For magic sand was always there in plenty.

As soon as he threw sand in a person’s face,

The Queen’s magic did the sand replace.

In the morning if you have sand in your eyes.

It was put there by a disgraced fairy in disguise.

The naughty Fairy is now called the sand man.

Is just a part of the Fairy Queen’s own plan.

His young fairy wings she could have taken away,

He would then have been unhappy to this very day.

Now he is pleased to be flying over the land,

Taking every opportunity to spread his magic sand.

The fairies are now all happy as one may see,

They will be you know till the end of eternity.

Front Lawn Fairies.

Some fairies were sitting on my front lawn,

They sat there from the evening until dawn.

What on earth were they doing I can hear you all say.

Well they counted shooting stars from the Milky Way.

Whenever a shooting star falls from out of the sky.

A newborn fairy will give it’s own very first cry.

This is a happening of very great joy,

Be it a fairy girl or yes a fairy boy.

At each shooting star that so quickly falls.

The fairies excitedly make loud joyous calls.

They let each other know of a new fairy birth.

Happy cries go all around this dear old earth.

This only takes place once a year you know,

just on a night where no fierce winds blow.

High winds can blow the little baby fairies away.

When this happens many a fairies hair turns grey.

On this night as the fairies sat on my front lawn.

Thousands of the little fairy babies were born.

This of course pleased the Fairy Queen.

She cast a spell that never before was seen.

That all the babies born on this special night,

Would give all their parents very much delight.

Now if you see a shooting star fall from the sky,

Know that a fairy baby will give its first cry.

And you too may make a wish come true.

For the Fairy Queen will surely bless you.

Toad Loads.

Six fairies were riding on a big fat toad.

It protested quite a lot at such a big load.

On it's fat back as it hopped along.

The six fairies were dancing and singing a song.

The toad hopped down to the garden gate.

Here he had a long, long five minutes wait.

Then on it hopped over the dew fresh ground.

The fairies were dancing and singing around.

Into a pond the big fat toad he sprang.

The fairies still danced and loudly sang.

Suddenly the fairies were all soaking wet.

The silliest thing that had happened to them yet.

The moral to this story if you ride on a toad.

Be careful where it deposits his load

Telephones a Ringing.

The fairies have discovered my telephone.

They love to hear the loud ringing tone.

Calling me in the middle of the night.

Seems to be the fairies great delight.

There is a phone in the kitchen and one upstairs.

They often call me in the middle of my prayers.

Then again during my long attempt at sleep,

My modern mobile phone begins to loudly beep.

They really mean no harm this I know.

Answering the phone I am sometimes slow.

Five minutes or more I usually let it ring.

A telephone is to me a pretty useless thing.

I let the fairies have their own way,

For something important might come my way.

A message from Her Majesty the Fairy Queen,

Telling me of new strange lands she has been.

There are no telephones in Fairy Land.

No messages left on a magnetic band.

So I let them with my telephone play,

The terrible bills I will also willingly pay.

As long as they sprinkle their dust so magic,

Paying my telephone bill is not so tragic.

I am happy to have them all in my old house,

The fairies, the leprechauns and my family mouse.