Magic bus

I went inside a magic bus
And sat down on a lily
The fragrance was so luscious but
The seat was somewhat chilly
My mind was filled with daffodils
And I felt somewhat silly
For there amidst the petals rose
I met a man named Billy

He looked at me and I at him
He offered me a smile
His words smelt like a baby’s breath
We chatted for a while
He urged me to forget him not
And spoke with such great guile
That I could swear on bergamot
That this man had a style

But then the bluebells faded out
And Billy disappeared
My buttercup turned to a corpse
And that’s what I most feared
Yet bees were buzzing in the crowd
And all the birds still cheered
So I stepped out the magic bus
Before it got too weird

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Elf

She was so sure about herself
Nothing could stand in her way
Like a benevolent elf
She did magic every day
Expecting nothing in return
She transformed the world around her
And the people, they would yearn for her favours
Having found her

Her life was harsh, her path was rough
The karma troth turned out a lie
Having a good heart was not enough
When karma turned away its eye
It took one person and one knife
To take away her life
The people grieved a year or two
Soon all her memory died too

And the benevolent elf
Was no more.

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