My Fairy

I met a fairy once
And hoped we’d have tale
We did have it,
Listen as I tell…

I cut my heart in pieces for her
And kept them on a platter
And she kept saying
“They’re sweet Prince, but we’ll talk of it later.”

Near where we met, there was a bog
And in that bog there was a frog
It so happened that she kissed it once
And Lo! It turned into a Prince

I visit that bog often,
Where a frog turned out to be that Fairy’s Prince
It turns my heart into a bog
And I write poems to reminisce…

The Happy Prince