Tempest

Wednesday, 7 February 2007

Is she?

Twinkle, sprinkle, sparkle
A silvery haze
A dazzling daze
A tickle, a poke, a wink
A tantalising tease
she tugged at your heart strings
and brought you to the brink...
her eyes lit up with mischevious magic
'they love me' she knew with devious logic!

'Sigh, the naughty minx!'
said the hazelnut who was
smiles, laughs, quirks
coloured in hazy hues
not at all a sparkly muse...
hot or cold, mostly warm
she was to most asunder,
could not even tantalise a dunder
was scared of thunder!
enchanted was she by all she saw
with magic she'd only flounder...
loved silvery hazes and dazzling dazes,
but only to live in mazes!

In her head lived the sparkly tease...
while she flocked, one among the geese.
Tis' the truth, she knew content
the urge to ticke lay latent
Oh she is Wendy, what the hell!
Never to be Tinker Bell.

Posted by Pavitra :: 03:09 :: 8 comments