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Space Happy
there is a seat I mark my happy place
and ever I can use this throne of poise
much like the stool inside my reading room
but rather know this chair is like a broom
a broom, how can one rest upon a broom?
for surely, I must jest to say a broom
a tale of witches clearly does explain
for witches seat a broom much like a plane
my happy place is not an earthly space
but rather see it as a...
Thursday 1st April 2021 7:58 am
The World
The beings in this world, are so different,
Some own many houses, some struggle to even rent.
Oh, such beautiful animals on this planet!
Such wonders you will never forget,
some tall, some stubby.
Some skinny and small,some plump and chubby!
Oh this world, is filled with wonder
Up, up high, and deep, deep under!
When its winter, cold winds blow,
In monsoon, the rivers overflow.
T...
Saturday 17th February 2018 3:49 am
If I was ...
If I was a princess, of a faraway land,
Oh, how I would love to order and demand!
If I was a president of a very fancy club,
As a pet I would have a zebra colt and lion cub.
If I was the leader of a well known rescue team,
so many times I would've ridden a submarine.
If I was the owner of a restaurant so famous,
I would be rich enough to own a personal train and bus.
But I have to ...
Saturday 17th February 2018 3:46 am
Story Time
The sun had set at its usual hour
bringing excitement for a new found desire
of a book of mischeif or maybe magical power
we ran to the couch with an eager thrill
and daddy read as we listened still
as we hung to every suprising and unexpected word with will
Witches and forests that were frozen
to adventerous journeys unchosen
each word that was read
had d...
Monday 13th October 2014 10:08 am
All Hallows Eve
All Hallows Eve
Gnarled tree roots claw from the ground
scratching over disturbed graves.
Pumpkins grin their toothless snarl,
fleshy tongues of seed and fibre.
The spectral drift of chilling mist
that prods and pokes at exposed flesh.
Somewhere a creature of the night
mewls in whimpering ecstasy
Dank leaves of autumn line the paths
as little ...
Sunday 27th October 2013 8:24 pm
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