Tuesday, 18 June 2013


(Picture from Magpie tales)

The land spread like an envious lawn,
And he tend not to heed the dawn
Of green green looks, like pin pricks
And she fluttered like a butterfly,
Flew like skylark and he
Was the master of the pink castle.
When they promenade
And eyes popped out,
The maid at the pink castle
Cleared all broken vessels
And replaced them with new.