A little fae poem from Daisy Dandelion
DaisyDandelion decided her hair was a mane of mess,
Management did stress.
So one morning a miracle appeared.
Delighted was she, to see straight curls on thee.
A potion she did drink , that made her think differently .
One part Dandelion one part Daisy, writing by ink cap mushroom.
Her senses knocked loss of control , her spiral locks relaxed to unfold.
Gossamer touches unbuttoned her dress, right up to the very top leg no less.
Her head felt fuzzy her tummy too.
What magic was this, mesmerising maddness or bliss.
A fortunate MISS !