Poppy The Fairy Poem by john thomas

Upon a bank beneath a tree
Beside a trickley brook,
Upon an upturned nutshell I saw a fairy stood.

I offered her a sandwich and asked of her, her name?
“Poppy Bell”, she quick replied, and “This ham is rather tame, ”
I thought this oh so curious as in the bread was game.

I took the fairy home with me for a cup of tea,
“Would you like one lump or two? ” Said she “I will take three! ”
I’d never known a fairy take three sugars in her tea.

So filled to brim with sandwiches and tea up to her head,
That little Fairy Poppy Bell dozed off upon my bed
At lunchtime she was snoring loud by teatime she was dead!

It may have been the sandwiches; it may have been the bed,
It may have been the sugared tea that to Poppy’ I fed,
I’m not sure what it really was that made that fairy dead.

I quickly took a shoebox -
After taking out the shoes,
And in it I placed Poppy on her everlasting snooze.

I went back to the trickley brook,
I stood beneath the tree,
And there I buried Poppy with her sugars - One, two three.

No sooner had I buried her,
That on that very bank
The reddest little Poppy grew and bowed to me in thanks.

I picked the little Poppy
All red and bright and new,
And now I always wear it upon my favourite shoe.

It was a short time later
Whilst rambling through a wood,
That on an upturned nut shell I saw a fairy stood.

I offered her a sandwich and asked of her, her name?
“Poppy Bell! ” she quick replied,
“It’s me! I’m back again.”