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Deep within a leafy dell There lived a hairy fairy Who very often cast a spell That was frightening and scary. The only friend the fairy had Was an old green warty toad, He never thought the fairy bad, Just lonely and old. So he’d sit with her and croak And watch her practice magic. She very rarely often spoke, This to him was tragic. The fairy dress; the fairy wore Had seen better days. It was ***** tattered, creased and tore The hem hung loose in frays. Her head seemed always in a cloud, He never saw her smile, Her wand no longer taut and proud But still she was not vile. Somewhere inside he saw her love; He longed to be her mate, So he prayed to God above And asked her for a date. She thought he saw her as a joke. He was playing with her heart. Up she went, in a puff of smoke, That gave the toad a start. Never having seen this done before He had a mixed-up feeling. His warts and looks she must abhor And she found him unappealing. For days he waited there for her Because he was alarmed; A toad and fairy love was rare He thought she might be charmed. If she would only hear him out, That he may just explain. Then she, he felt, could have no doubt His love just would not wane. But if his looks she hated so, Then this he’d have to take. He’d just hop-off; away he’d go, Take bravely his mistake. He realised, ‘how sad it is, I never asked her name.’ With one loud bang and mighty **** Back to his side she came. “It occurred to me, you might be kind, My name is Nuff,” the fairy cried, “And I can read your mind.” “Fairy Nuff,” the toad replied. Then she kissed him on his cheek A shock that made him wince. Before he had a chance to speak He was a fairy Prince. She was beautiful and young, Like his clothes, hers were new. A love that’s ‘Magic’ is not wrong Especially for these two.

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Dec 7, 2009

Dec 7, 2009 at 11:13 AM UTC

colin-john-nicholls

FAIRY NUFF

Deep within a leafy dell There lived a hairy fairy Who very often cast a spell That was frightening and scary. The only friend the fairy had Was an old green warty toad, He never thought the fairy bad, Just lonely and old. So he’d sit with her and croak And watch her practice magic. She very rarely often spoke, This to him was tragic. The fairy dress; the fairy wore Had seen better days. It was ***** tattered, creased and tore The hem hung loose in frays. Her head seemed always in a cloud, He never saw her smile, Her wand no longer taut and proud But still she was not vile. Somewhere inside he saw her love; He longed to be her mate, So he prayed to God above And asked her for a date. She thought he saw her as a joke. He was playing with her heart. Up she went, in a puff of smoke, That gave the toad a start. Never having seen this done before He had a mixed-up feeling. His warts and looks she must abhor And she found him unappealing. For days he waited there for her Because he was alarmed; A toad and fairy love was rare He thought she might be charmed. If she would only hear him out, That he may just explain. Then she, he felt, could have no doubt His love just would not wane. But if his looks she hated so, Then this he’d have to take. He’d just hop-off; away he’d go, Take bravely his mistake. He realised, ‘how sad it is, I never asked her name.’ With one loud bang and mighty **** Back to his side she came. “It occurred to me, you might be kind, My name is Nuff,” the fairy cried, “And I can read your mind.” “Fairy Nuff,” the toad replied. Then she kissed him on his cheek A shock that made him wince. Before he had a chance to speak He was a fairy Prince. She was beautiful and young, Like his clothes, hers were new. A love that’s ‘Magic’ is not wrong Especially for these two.