Teapot Fairies©Myrea Pettit
Twelve in a Teapot
Twelve in a teapot, four times three
Twelve little fairies brewing glee
Twelve in a teapot, two times six
Twelve funny fairies playing tricks.
They are a pleasant, lively bunch that brighten up the hour
I observe in wonder and marvel at their power
I missed my morning cup watching them play games
And while I sit in silence, I seem to learn their names…
Tulip is the ring leader, playing merry flute
Composing lovely melodies that make the teapot toot
She keeps her friends most centered in very many ways
Balances their harmony and brings music to their days.
Freckles in the balcony, in awe and mesmerized
Her love for fairy musicals just can not be disguised
Each graceful song that Tulip plays brings to her mind a scene
Of far off lands and mysteries and things in the between.
Cherry is in lover’s daze as she stares into the sky
She met a boy named Soda Pop who really caught her eye
Her heart is melted butter cream, she’s sitting on cloud nine
As she sings sweet love songs and praises the divine.
Peapod is a playful lad and quite the acrobat
Showing off his prowess as he takes it to the mat
He flirts with all the fairy girls that live in fairyland
But is really sweet on Crocus as he tries to win her hand
Crocus is a thoughtful fae, so lovely and demure
But has no time for fairy boys, so cute but immature
She studies natural sciences and really must be free
With thinking fae she often meets to talk philosophy.
A very serious question was posed by fae Rosette
Who wonders if the teapot is a member of a set?
Matters of the spirit also come to mind
And diplomacy with creatures, especially human-kind
Flora is a curious fae, but just a little shy
She thinks she likes the teapot, but is not certain why
She mustered enough courage to peak above the rim
But has no plans to climb inside to play in Peapod’s gym
Dewdrop, always hungry, loves the smell of tea
He likes to taste the residue, so plays like honey-bee
With determination, he lithely climbs the spout
To find the sweet deposits and scrape the yummies out
Lavender is nurturing, a little worrywart
She's concerned that Dewdrop could possibly get hurt
With watchful eye and great concern, she braces for his fall
Or if her hungry playmate from the spout can’t crawl
Dandilion so admires Cherry’s dazzling style
And wants so much to be her friend and win from her a smile
He gazes at her brilliance, his sweetheart fairy red
And ponders her rare beauty while romantic tears are shed
Berry Blue must play the sleuth and always does explore
She wants to know what lies beneath the lid upon the floor
With startling strength she lifts the top to make a glorious find
A strawberry, delicious sweet, a feast for all her kind
Poppy is a poet fae, alone upon the handle
He has no time for fairy games, his mind sparks like a candle
Always thinking fairy rhymes and writing metric songs
He turns his back on crowded rooms, not sure how he belongs
I have to send my pixie to shoo them all away
Unfortunately its teatime and I need to drink Earl Grey
But I’ll leave cream and biscuits and thank them with a smile
Invite them back tomorrow morn' to stay another while!
Twelve in my teapot, three times four
Twelve teapot fairies I can’t ignore
Twelve in my teapot, sugar and spice
Twelve playful fairies, isn’t that nice!
***
Theo van Joolen©2010
Twelve little fairies brewing glee
Twelve in a teapot, two times six
Twelve funny fairies playing tricks.
They are a pleasant, lively bunch that brighten up the hour
I observe in wonder and marvel at their power
I missed my morning cup watching them play games
And while I sit in silence, I seem to learn their names…
Tulip is the ring leader, playing merry flute
Composing lovely melodies that make the teapot toot
She keeps her friends most centered in very many ways
Balances their harmony and brings music to their days.
Freckles in the balcony, in awe and mesmerized
Her love for fairy musicals just can not be disguised
Each graceful song that Tulip plays brings to her mind a scene
Of far off lands and mysteries and things in the between.
Cherry is in lover’s daze as she stares into the sky
She met a boy named Soda Pop who really caught her eye
Her heart is melted butter cream, she’s sitting on cloud nine
As she sings sweet love songs and praises the divine.
Peapod is a playful lad and quite the acrobat
Showing off his prowess as he takes it to the mat
He flirts with all the fairy girls that live in fairyland
But is really sweet on Crocus as he tries to win her hand
Crocus is a thoughtful fae, so lovely and demure
But has no time for fairy boys, so cute but immature
She studies natural sciences and really must be free
With thinking fae she often meets to talk philosophy.
A very serious question was posed by fae Rosette
Who wonders if the teapot is a member of a set?
Matters of the spirit also come to mind
And diplomacy with creatures, especially human-kind
Flora is a curious fae, but just a little shy
She thinks she likes the teapot, but is not certain why
She mustered enough courage to peak above the rim
But has no plans to climb inside to play in Peapod’s gym
Dewdrop, always hungry, loves the smell of tea
He likes to taste the residue, so plays like honey-bee
With determination, he lithely climbs the spout
To find the sweet deposits and scrape the yummies out
Lavender is nurturing, a little worrywart
She's concerned that Dewdrop could possibly get hurt
With watchful eye and great concern, she braces for his fall
Or if her hungry playmate from the spout can’t crawl
Dandilion so admires Cherry’s dazzling style
And wants so much to be her friend and win from her a smile
He gazes at her brilliance, his sweetheart fairy red
And ponders her rare beauty while romantic tears are shed
Berry Blue must play the sleuth and always does explore
She wants to know what lies beneath the lid upon the floor
With startling strength she lifts the top to make a glorious find
A strawberry, delicious sweet, a feast for all her kind
Poppy is a poet fae, alone upon the handle
He has no time for fairy games, his mind sparks like a candle
Always thinking fairy rhymes and writing metric songs
He turns his back on crowded rooms, not sure how he belongs
I have to send my pixie to shoo them all away
Unfortunately its teatime and I need to drink Earl Grey
But I’ll leave cream and biscuits and thank them with a smile
Invite them back tomorrow morn' to stay another while!
Twelve in my teapot, three times four
Twelve teapot fairies I can’t ignore
Twelve in my teapot, sugar and spice
Twelve playful fairies, isn’t that nice!
***
Theo van Joolen©2010
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