Twas the night of the gala, a most anticipated affair
That Greystone Manor held almost each and every year.
The food was a plenty, simply spilling from the bowls,
Cheese of course, the main course and on each table was laid,
Accompanied by cupcakes of every imaginable flavor and shade!
Two mice danced to the violinists gay music on a spoon triple the size
And two others sat by the tea stand, the boy shedding his disguise
Sure looked like they were flirting by the coy looks in their eyes!
It was magical, simply charming, the most wonderful of all balls,
Enter the enchantment, the pure fantasy displayed
Fill your eyes with the magic, your heart with delight
For to be invited, delighted the most dour of souls!
by mein all my fantasy! (wish I had longer to composethough who knows if twould help, Im no poet one well knows!)
Everything from this lo was created kit by:
Lorie Davison @ Scrapbook Graphics, Greyhouse Manor Winter Ball
TFL
Kathi
