Poetry

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Bonnie Gay Jennings


Ahh...Dancing, stirring, the flame became hotter,

The summer's heat and the decadent stove ones should swelter,

but the fairies didn't care
as they stirred the pot
and the music grew louder
as my foot steps tapped about...

The laughter and heat
and the food so sweet
made us all laugh with glee
as we sang to the beat...

And so we carried on 3 hours or so
on a Sunday's eve mid Summer, you know...

We soon sat together
eating our feast
and laughing and dinning
with the same old beat.

Like the jungle heat
on a mosquito clad day,
but the fairies didn't mind
as we continued to play...

Whirling; the hot room seemed to go
the voices louder and music showed
that it wasn't a dream
but so real indeed

And Soon the food eaten and desert was served.
Ice cream Alexanders
and a whiskey Liquor

And the eve of the day was met with delight
and I turned up the music
but to my surprise!

The fairies fell sleeping,
snoring so sound
and sadly I left them
tucked in their wee beds

I then closed their doors
so wanting to play
but the faeries asleep
made it difficult to stay...

So, I too fell...
fast asleep
on this summer's eve.
In my whimsical chair
curled up in the heat.

Thinking and dreaming of magic galore

And when I awakened to a sobered snore...

The faeries were gone
but,
left behind were the chores

And my fun lost
a vision?
A dream?

Aha...!
More than likely
a delirium it seems

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