The fairy and the baker, who lived in Graham’s Hollow, never quite saw eye to eye.
You see, the fairy couldn’t handle that the baker had a power over her, and so she sent a spy.
“Why does he have this hold on me?!” The fairy wondered in her garden—
just one taste of his scone and I’m sure to give a pardon.”
Down the cobble road, the baker sat in his kitchen, mixing butter and sugar.
“Oh surely this will shook her!“
The fairy and the baker, who lived in Graham’s Hollow, never saw eye to eye.
Because the baker stole the pixie dust and sent away the spy.
Very nice – I smiled as I imagined the fairy and the baker through this poem :).
This is such a sweet poem that I’m suddenly super hungry. I love the rhythm and the story.
Oh, so enchanting! This is a charming story and the rhyme here really pulls the reader in quickly and firmly. It all seems so very possible in this secret little world. Thanks!
Dainty, tongue-in-cheek and fantastical. Definitely inspires me.