Hidden Fairy People

The white lily glitters in the morning dew,
red roses shimmer, bright petals of violets blue.
From the lovely garden, a lone pixie appears
out of its tulip bed, its groggy, foggy mind clears.

Her red dress billows in a slight breeze,
from a bloom of pink, she heard a tiny sneeze.
And out of the petals, a sprite shot out.
The scratchy pollen had caused an allergy bout.

A cracking twig signals the arrival of a mortal,
and into their flower homes the fairies hurtle.
No one ever sees the little fairies,
only the flowers, leaves, and bees.

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Menu of an Elegant Resturaunt

The drink is exquisite
tea made by a Brit.

For your appetizer,
crab cakes fit for a kaiser.

Your delectable house salad-y
tastes like a sweet melody.

The delicious main dish
is tender baked fish.

For your wonderful side,
there are clams an inch wide.

Your scrumptious desert
is cheesecake with cream curds.

Did you enjoy your meal?
So good you could holler?
That's nice, because it only cost
four hundred dollars.


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