On my way to Paris

I met an elf called River.

He had ears as pointy as a sharp pencil

and his hair covered his eyes like curtains .

With clothes as green as grass

he spoke elf language.

That no one could understand

Like he was making it up

I met a frog called Tree.

It had eyes of emeralds

and leaped like a cat hunting it’s next meal.

With a slimy body and a small creature

It plays in a pond and makes a great bond

I met a fairy called Autumn.

She had eyes that was grey like a rainy day

and tinsel hair that was white like snow.

Her wings fluttered in the sparkling moon.

That blinded my eyes with the glow.

But she was so sweet like candy