Fairies In Bluebell Woods

Fairies In Bluebell Woods 

 © David Ross

In the spring time where the bluebells spread,

Is a magical wonderland where fairies are wed,

They gather from all over the lands,

Holding their sweethearts delicate hands, 

They fly with grace and lightening speed, 

The fairy queen in front, taking the lead 

Then under those turquoise, bluebell blooms 

Are aisles full of nervous fairy brides and grooms 

If you listen very carefully you can hear the bee's humming, 

The elves on fallen acorns drumming 

Butterflies will flit and flutter

As those loved up fairies utter

The words that will bond them together, forever

Then when you see a misty, hazy blue, 

It's not just the sweet morning dewy, dew, 

It's all the married fairies taking flight 

What you are seeing is a sparkly light 

What a joy ,what a surprise 

For the light of  love can be seen clearly to our eyes !

Grandads Knee

Grandads Knee

My granddaddy always said to me 

You wait until your thirty three 

You'll have some little'uns of your own

Your little princess or prince will sit upon this throne, 

This throne that's reserved just for you

Till childhood fairyland bids adieu.                                                      

So upon his knee I'd clumsily scramble,

Listening to his stories and rambles, 

His stories were off  far of lands, 

Of fairy queens, her kingdom and commands, 

The only wish he had for me 

Was I be as happy as happy as I could be.

On his throne that was his knee,

My childhood was like a fantasy, 

No seat ever has replaced that spot

That I'd climb upon as a tiny, tiny, tot 

Perhaps if grandaddies knees  were the law 

I'd still see my fantasy lands of wonder and awe 

Nonsense A Go Go 

In the middle of the Congo,

Lives a very hairy mango 

Who strums upon a human banjo. 

While the ultra slim thin rhinos 

Dance a street dance fandango, 

Circled by short legged flamingos

Screaming house, playing bingo!

Waiting for the mummified Pharaoh

To tiptoe through for a tango,

All partying together in their tropical a go go !

A Fairy Is Born

A Fairy Is Born 

Blow the bubbles, 

And look carefully 

Can you see 

The delicate wing of a little fairy ?

For every time a bubble is created 

The mummy fairies giggle,all excited 

Cos they have waited and waited, 

For the magical soapy bubbles to be sighted !

Look at the bubbles can't you see 

The birthing of a tiny fairy 

      The rainbow colours dancing in the light 

Are the tiny wings of a little sprite!

So blowing bubbles isn't just for fun 

It's the start of a fairies life 

 That's only just begun 

So blow your bubbles and you will see 

The tiny delicate wings, 

Of a brand new fairy! 

 To The Fairy Castle

Together

Together 

An Elephant looked out upon a darkened sky
He closed his eyes and muttered my, oh my !
Shaking and quaking in his boots,
His trunk couldn't help making  involuntary toots.

A friendly little likeable pooch
Was taking a leisurely lonely mooch,
When suddenly he jumped high,oh so high!
As he heard the elephants deafening tooting cry.

The little pooch headed towards the hullabaloo,
 He met the humongous Elephant,
And thought what to do, what to do?
He wasn't frightened or wasn't scared.

He guided the elephant and showed he cared,
Strengths are different within us big and small
But working together make even the smallest of us tall.

 Many thanks to ManicD Daily for the use of the Picture 

The Jungle Beat

The Jungle Beat 

Marvin The Monkey had  wander lust, 

To forsake his home, 

Find his Love for music was a must. 

He packed for a safari, 

Taking his secret weapons, 

His musical bananas Cheeky and Charlie. 

They trudged miles to the beach, 

To recreate the sound, 

Of the jungle beat.  

Cheeky and Charlie their guitars, they did strum, 

Marvin used coconuts. 

To play Like a drum.

The sounds they made were so cool, 

Soon they were begged,

To open a rock school.

So Marvin ,Cheeky and Charlie, 

Worked hard at what they loved, 

And lived their lives happily !

Not A Purple People Eater

Not a Purple People Eater 

I'm not a purple people eater, 

My diet is much ,much cheaper, 

I'm a creature that lurks in your mind,

Just colour the purple within the lines, 

Take chalk, crayons or what ever you wish. 

All thoughts of horrid monsters will be banished, 

You can hang me on your wall,

Where I'll protect you from all things creepy, 

Until your eyes gently close,

 Then you'll feel safe

 and 

Very 

Very

 Sleepy !