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Brave father
Dotty’s big
problem
The fairy and her summer school
Story about fairy’s lost love
Peter and mermaid |
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Brave father
In the evening, for a good night,
father read a story to his kids.
In this story everything was right:
A little elf was happy with no needs
to be scary, his father was ready for a fight.
Close to noon mother opened the door
surprised with the scene she found:
Three kids in one bed and their father on the floor
were sleeping, and toys was all around.
The room was looking like after a bad fight,
the windows were closed, smells to bad for her nose.
And last night nobody turned the light,
with no reason, just because.
The socks wanted to climb out from the shelf,
rocket was ready to fly into skies.
- What happened here last night? - She asked herself.
- I am not ready to listen their lies.
- Oh, mom, good morning, - said Mary,
It was only a little elf!
Please mom, don't be scary!
Mother was hiding her first smile.
- And is he still sleeping on your shelf?
- Well, that’s possible, just ask dad,
We’ll fix up everything in the morning, soon.
I hope the room is looking not too bad!
- What morning!? – Said mom. – It is almost a noon!
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Dotty’s big
problem
Four trembling legs, not able to run
making a mess all around at home.
Not a big problem, but it was done
crowling, following his mother all alone.
Puppy’s name was Dotty, a little dog.
He was looking for a shelter in the night
afraid of a dream with a scary frog.
- If he barks, would that be right?
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The fairy and
her summer school
The fairy was living between flowers and grass
A flag with Sun and Lance were on the wall tall hangs
She was ready to begin a new Summer class
Classroom was filled with many little faries of different
ranks.
You don't know how to spread your wings and fly
Don't travel too far away from your home
Nobody will be there to find you or listen to your cries
When the fairy felt, her destiny was to be alone.
The flowers rang their bells so deep and loud.
Another day had finished in the class.
Placing their green wings over their heads so proud
The little faries fell asleep, in the shadows of the flowers
and the tall grass.
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Story about
fairy’s lost love
A tiny fairy like her play to dance:
She’s wearing a dres of rainbows,
Under the flag with sunshine and lance.
Looking for something uder her brows…
Her green nails, purple ribbon, yellow shirt, red skirt…
The elf don’t want anymore to go with her along.
Shiny eyes are just good for a flirt,
And fairy don’t know why the things goes wrong.
Little shoes made of coloured glass
Glittering more than a beautiful star’s face.
Slowly sneaking over the grass,
Making there her little feet trace.
Streching her left and right ear,
Wandering about a strange song words,
Just wants something interesting to hear,
She is flying over the magic swards:
A turtle boy is knocking at a lady’s snail home,
Singing a love song, telling her sweet nothing:
-Let’s be together, your home is much better then my own!
The fairy is almost ready to tell them something…
Closing her eyes, she flies so far with her pain,
Crying about the elf and her lost love.
Healing her heart scar with a purple rain.
Asking for help a beautiful sleepy dove.
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Peter and mermaid
Next to the sea it was a town named Lost Way.
All the mothers there catches a fish,
the kid’s job was only to play,
and the fathers at home had to wash a dish.
Peter was there fighting his own fights.
He was reading a book in a boat:
Who made the first electric lights?
Who was the first who made a cloth?
To fix up this problem he started to eat still.
Cucumber filled with carrot and fish,
everything prepared on his own receipt for meal.
A real funny and strange dish.
Hidden in the boat side in the shade
it was a strange bottle for the end of his lunch,
a bottle full of strange marmalade under the blade
because he realy don't like to crunch.
With the full tummy he fell asleep, it was so nice
to be in his own boat ant to liste a sea lullaby,
but soon he had to pay a bad price.
A beautifully mermaid takes him to her home
full of healings for his poor tummy
without a kiss she left him to stay alone.
When Peter was wide awake, it was dawn.
He was thirsty, and the Sun went high,
no any mermaid, dream has already gone.
An empty bottle rolled over a boat making a sound
Peter looked at its painted label:
picture of mermade was stcked all around.
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All poems are written
2005
All rights reserved, © Sonja Smolec. Copying
without permission is forbidden.
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