Once there was a leprechaun named Rasket,
who was looking for her stolen basket.
She searched far and high,
but could find nary a sign.
The time was nigh for Rasket to give up,
she let out a sigh.
Up on high in the so sunny sky,
Appeared an Easter Bunny.
They searched here and there,
they searched everywhere.
But little Rasket's basket,
was nowhere near.
They searched the woods,
but who did they find?
None but me, Little Old Nee,
perched in a tree.
The most devious pixie,
who prize the goods of there previous owners.
Enjoying the breaze,
while eating the fruit of my squeeze.
A contest entry
- From the Enchanted Realm, an invitation to our All Poetry friends... join us in writing enchantment! by Melodies.
600 points, ended March 23, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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lol This poem is adorable.
Oh, the most enchanting poem, most surely...
I love the story as it unfolds and the ending is darling. 
I can see it all in my head. 
COOL! 
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