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There are fairies at the bottom of my garden

There are Fairies at the bottom of my garden
And they visit every evening, for a dance
They are lovely to behold and very welcome
I just wish they didn’t trample on my plants
Their favourite one appears to be the Salsa
They do it with such style and aplomb
Much better than last week when they were jivin’
It appeared they’d hit the garden with a bomb
So I do believe in Fairies, ‘cos I’ve seen them
And every night I watch them, in a trance
They are graceful and delightful and enchanting
Oi, Tinkerbell, get off my bloomin’ plants

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Region, Country: Norfolk, UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Kipling, T.S Eliot, Hilaire Belloc, Ogden Nash, Spike Milligan and many more.

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weirdelf

weirdelf

13 years 10 months ago

Ill behaved fairies!

Ill behaved fairies!

Something in the action
in your garden must be fermenting,
causing intoxication

new
It could be that the little

It could be that the little buggers
are hitting the mushrooms again.
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shazbat

shazbat

13 years 10 months ago

Sorry Jess, haven't been

Sorry Jess, haven't been about much this week. Try this on for size, see what you think.

It could be the little buggers
are hitting the mushrooms again
They’re certainly quite unusual
They must be a magical strain

There’s Puck, the rotten devil
Obnoxious little git
He’s at the well with Tinkerbell
Who’s taking off her kit