Posted by MFish

Of dragon tails
and eye of newt.
Herbs mashed,
by hand, not foot.

Those old days, long ago,
remembering when,
they were the days,
our lives began.

Fairy tales and fables, many,
were told besides fires, bon.
These tales and words,
no longer, now gone.

Think of happy days,
of happy events, not timeline,
long may they live in
memories of yours and mine.

These are our stories,
to tell at night,
full of memories,
of our own delight.