The Wax Fairies

The little wax fairies,
Are delicate and small,
Always very airy,
 And never very tall.

They gather wax from bees,
And cotton from the trees.
The Wax in caldrons melt,
While the cotton they pelt.

Dip dip hang dry,
Dip dip hang dry.
Here and there fairies fly,
Here and there fairies fly.

When the candles are wide,
And many then are made,
They deck the fields tide,
And every fairy glade.

Then starting little fires,
 atop each little stem,
They sit around the fires,
So as to burn their hem.

And when the little pools,
Of wax are very deep,
They slide into the pools,
And give a little peep.

Skipping, slipping, dipping,
Swirling, whirling, twirling,
Zinging, swinging, springing,
A'whirling, hurling, curling.

Un'till the fires wane,
And only stumps remain,
Then at the dawn's first light,
Again renew their might.

For fear they'll loose production,
Over again each day,
Always new perfection,
So to collect their pay.

Each fairy is quite small,
With their head like a pearl.
And should they see your wall,
Might find you in a swirl.

And then you just might fall,
Awake as one of them,
With wings so very small.
Fear not your just a gem.

With ebony black hair,
And cream of milk your skin.
Taking lightly to air,
You will forever spin.

                                        Katrina

Two little lines of verse

A Love Of Fantasy

If the love of fantasy finds you,
 I hope this book her by binds you.
To a world of fantasy,
Quite delightful you will see.

Come dance here and pluck a Crystal pear,
Find one most creatively rare.
To see how well you will be,
If you read some fantasy.  



To Read a Bit of rhyme

Have you ever read poetry?
Take a delightful journey,
Can you spare some of you precious time?
T' step into the world of rhyme?

                               
                                        Katrina

3 wizards

One day I met three lizards,
Who secretly were wizards.
I thought I'd take them home
I was afraid they'd roam.

They lived on rice and beer,
 For just about a year.
Then once when I was sitting,
And my good wife knitting,

Saw three men all blue and gold.
She and I both turned cold.
"Away with you I cried,"
Soon after that I died.

My wife, away she ran,
 her knitting in her hand;
After her they swiftly flew;
She was scared and clumsy too.

The three soon overtook her,
Hoping right then to cook her.
But, then she had a heart attack,
E're they put her on the rack.

And so there ends our fate,
The neighbors came too late.

                                    ---Katrina




For all who love brutal ends! :)
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