The Faerie palace was all a stir,
As they all gossiped with the wind.
The apple trees overtaken with a burr,
And the apples ripen not within.
"Come, come!" called the Queen,
"Let us paint the apples before winter!"
So out all the Faeries trooped to be seen,
To paint the apples before winter.
Oh, it was a grand old joke by the Crow!
For although the tree had been taken over,
Winter still had a long way to go,
And Spring was barely over!
A contest entry
- Fairies by Edna Sweetlove.
380 points, ended May 19, 13 entries
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