Dance of the Wee Ones

Yay for fantasy and what not.. enjoy ^.^


Dance of the Wee Ones.

Dance ‘O little ones on the moonlit hill,
Circled with larger toadstools delight,
A pillow for a head and shelter of weather,
There they glow so quaint in the night,

A flute with pipes that howl through wind,
Strings plucked, that thump and sting the air,
A waltz of creatures that tap the ground,
A festival at hand for nights without care.

Sounds of laughter and joy on the breeze,
Ale for all with pay of cinnamon kisses,
All creatures different in size and shape,
each with their own thoughts of wishes.

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man u should keep making this points there so awesome!!!!!

Eh heh.. thanks.. I thought this one was fun ^.^

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Originally Posted by -=Broken^Halo=-

Eh heh.. thanks.. I thought this one was fun ^.^

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i hope evry1 isnt lazy enough to read this 1
its short but perfect.

Well.. not quite perfect... the last stanza is a bit ... shaky.. if you ask me..

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Originally Posted by -=Broken^Halo=-

Well.. not quite perfect... the last stanza is a bit ... shaky.. if you ask me..

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but it rimes really good.:thumb: that what matters

Eh heh.. I should show you one of my "Non-ryming" Poems.. it would flip your mind :P

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Originally Posted by -=Broken^Halo=-

Eh heh.. I should show you one of my "Non-ryming" Poems.. it would flip your mind :P

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no no this cant be hapening
i dunno like non ritmo and me sleepy