Sleeping with scissors:

Her beloved – dead and buried in the ground,

Sleeps in the next room to her,

To keep an eye on her.

 

She doesn’t like the growling in the night,

So she sleeps with scissors,

But apart from that, sublimely peaceful.

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The Day You Were Born:

The morning birds drew back the starlit,Night and we did see a blue sky, shining,Sun and heard the dawn song of the sky,Larks as we’d never heard them before,Life as we knew it was over,A new life had begun!The fairies were sent from the magical realm,To weave a gossamer veil around us and,Within that veil more