Daisy Stories

My favorite flower has always been a sweet little summer daisy. It has been all my life ever since my mom would buy those pretty little artificial-scented daisy air fresheners with the yellow and white daisy on the plastic or paper packaging. If you’re around my age you know the ones I’m talking about. Everyone used a daisy air freshener back in the 60s and 70s they made the toilet bowl smell so good every time you flushe...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Whence wiggled you, Squirmy Wormy?Did you crawl through sunless hallsOf earthen elven making?Did you wiggle and slimy jiggleThrough giants' homes, a-shaking?Whence wiggled you, Squirmy Wormy?Did you see the moles, with glee,As you wandered through their ensuite?Did you meet and happily greetThe centipede and his feet?Whence wigg...

If I was a bee, I'd drink of thee.I'd enjoy your sweet nectarand bumble on my way.I'd come back for moreand more and more,just to bathe in your warmthand be in the presence ofyour sweet, flowery smile.If I was a bee, I'd be addicted to the daisy,the sweetest and most beautiful of flowers.But, alas, I am just meand you are beautiful thee.Still, I bask and enjoy your warmth.You are the sunshine and the flowers,Of my heart.

Late the next morning, when Mr Robin Redtummy sang outside her front door, the little fat fairy rolled out of bed, sleepy but excited! She showed the stately bird her dress, and the fireflies (whom he promised not to eat – he told her they gave him indigestion anyway). Mr Robin Redtummy was most impressed by the wonderful Daisy dress, and he wished the little fat fairy well, making her promise to tell him all about the ba...

“Helloooo! Can yooooou heeeeeear meeeeeee?”The voice was still calling. The little fat fairy reached a break in the trees and found herself staring at a Wide Open Space filled with grass. At the very end of the Wide Open Space was an Enormous White House, bigger, even, than the Royal Palace in the Diamond City! The little fat fairy knew that this was where the Big People lived! All fairies know they must stay away from wh...

Once upon a time, there was a little fat fairy. She was a short, squat, roly-poly puddin’ and pie fairy, with a little brown mop of hair, a rounded potato nose, a wobbly tummy, and fat little arms and legs that made her look like a Dandelion Clock with tapered limbs. (It must be pointed out here that the Dandelion Clocks always took exception to that description, as they were much more graceful than the little fat fairy,...