The Fairy Lord Box Glove Who Had A Hundred Wives

 

There once in a thicket

In a heart of a fairy forest

With stony and grassy hedges

Over knolls and moulds

Was built a stone pebble castle strong

And buffering like a tall turret

Higher than the candy tuft clouds

Why was it so and growing taller y’know?

Was because it contained

The Lord Box Glove’s wishful brides

Not one or two

Not twenty or twenty nine

But a hundred

Every day through their windows

Each of the fairy brides conversed to the other

For they were forbidden to stroll in the gardens

Lest greener pastures would entice

The young maidens in hidden veils

And with possessions so many

They hardly had a grouse

Yet were greatly grieving

For all were prisoners of a growing castle

For the Fairy Lord Box Glove loved them dearly

To death or till dooms day indeed!

He was called Box Glove

For his face looked like a square box

Full of naughty expressions

And lively with dainty whiskers

And a long beard that almost touched the floor

But his love was fickle and proud

He hath not loved each dearly

For the next fairy bride

He always was on a prowl

But the castle that possessed his hundred wives

Was of magic

And strangely grew to accommodate

Each pretty fairy Queen

In a separate room each seated upon a throne

What could they do all day

But nag and complain

From each their pretty window sills and panes

They could not saunter or browse

Through the labyrinth gardens

Or flitter and fly with their delicate

Wings and pretty tall antennae

That decorated their fair faces

And rosy cheeks with pink glossy lips

Like strawberries, peaches and cream

 

But the silly stoned pebble castle

Each day grew so high

The Fairy Lord Box Glove ne’er e’er was satisfied

“I shall catch in my net

Before forty winks doze I

A dozen pretty fairy brides

To lock them up high above

My towering stone pebble castle

Growing spire to spire

Dome to dome

Tier to tier”

For he kept it guarded

By his funny wizard

Named Sorcerer Glizzard Buzzard Blizzard

Reminding one of a rather large cockerel

For he had a red wattle and ivory cocks comb

And looked so peculiar

With his hat and ivory comb

Combing through his reddish hair

Which he cocked and prinked

In a gleaming vanity mirror

All day to see a counting

Through the magical glass

If he could see the hundred

Fairy queens sitting pretty

Behind the stony glass window sills

And window panes

Of the stone pebble castle

That grew up magically!

 

One day all opened and shut

Hurriedly their window panes

The hundred brides

Of the fairy Lord Box Glove

For the Lord was going far far away

On his reckless journeys again

Inside the thicket further away

Yonder the stone pebble castle

Through their window panes

They hushed and whispered

To each other like the billowing breeze

“Shhhhhhh……. Shhhhhhhhh…..

The masters going away

The Master’s gone soon

Will he be back soon with another

Fairy queen to lock stock and barrel

In his growing stony pebbles

The castle that never stops groaning and growing up

The master shall be gone

The master shall be gone

Goodness knows when he shall come home!

To catch another bride he should

Be back when nobody knows

Our master Fairy Lord Boxy Glove Y’know!

Shhhhhhh….. Shhhhhhhhh…….”

 

Now along with the Morning dew drop rainbow leprechauns

Lived the strange stone goblins

In the neighbouring valley

As well with the green grass elves and Toadstool garden brownies

The diamond cut pixies

And the rose petal fairy imps

All were happy with their trades and occupations

Glossing their magical rainbow arches and magic pots

With glistening dew drops

That contained colourful stars and ‘vibgyor’ gems

Tons and tons of ‘em

The funny and pudgy faced

Morning dew drop rainbow leprechauns

Banging stones in mines the queer stone goblins

Green grass elves fixing flowery bulbs

 And Toadstool garden brownies gathering fruits

And fairy mushrooms of the meadows

And hills hither, thither and yon’ beyond

Whilst diamond cut pixies collecting diamonds

For selling to Fairy Queen’s and Fairy imps

And one such Rose Petal Fairy imp

Counting roses in her green garden shrubbery

Her name was Galluntus Gallantry

She had rose fairy imps her young maiden friends

All fair rosy damsels from A to Zee in her pretty garden

And she spoke to them often

Calling them by their names

Amanda Woe

Belinda Cox

Caroline Dee

Deadre Day

Elaine Sow

Fiona Fay

Gertrude Bow well she was tiny

As a dainty doe

And so on and so forth

There were twenty six of them

All played around in concentric circles

Flitting high and low around their rose bush trees

 

Till sauntering by comes the shameless hero of our story

Fairy Lord Boxy Glove

Eyeing them with his rosy lorgnettes

He ordered the Morning dew drop magic rainbow leprechauns

To stop glossing their rainbow arches

And remove their pot urns containing

An array of colourful stars and tons of radiant, vibrant ‘vibgyor’ gems

A spectrum that glittered at its tother ended rainbow semicircles

He commanded the queer stone goblins

To fetch them all….gold, silver, bronze and platinum

 Instead of trotting off to work to collect and dig stones from the mines

He commanded the garden green thumbs

The green grass elves to stop what they were doing

And lend all ears and arms

 To weave and braid perfumed flowers into necklaces

Thus obey his beckoning and requests

Even the Toadstool garden Brownies

To gather all magic mushrooms and luscious fruits to turn to a crowning hat

Full of cherries, custard apples, pineapples, guavas, grapes, plums

And mushroom magic!

He commanded the diamond cut pixies

To rearrange the very best diamonds

They had and bring them all out

For today he would select from the rose fairy imps

His next blossoming bride

He selected the fairy rose imp with her name A….. ‘Amanda Woe’

And with B…… ‘Belinda Cox’

 And C…… ‘Caroline Dee’ and also D…… ‘Deadre Day’

For they were made all twenty six of them

To stand in a long line

For him to make them into his future

Addition of brides

In his towering castle of stones and pebbles

At last he came to the rose fairy imp name

Alphabet G

However Gertrude Bow was too tiny a doll imp for his liking

He was stopped in his tracks in a bolt and like lightening

Dazzled and dazed by the breathtaking beauty

 Of the pretty fairy Flower Queen imp ‘G’

‘A Gold Spot!’

Unsurpassed by all other crowning beauties

Looked up his square box head

 A flitter of his fine whiskers

 Twiddling his long beard that touched the floor

 Side by side his boxy gloves hands akimbo

To see a blushing and blooming hearty Rose imp fairy Queen!

Named as you know

‘Galluntus Gallantry’

This fairy rose queen imp had known all the time

Till all her hopes of finding her match

Slumped, came tumbling down

Like a pack of cards fifty-two

Woe Begone! Alas!

When she learnt the dashing Fairy Lord that approached

Her clan was none other than the infamous Lord Boxy Glove

News circulated far and wide the fairy country side

About this strange Lord

Who loved collecting his young beautiful brides

And imprisoning them in his tall stone pebble tower

That grew up and hence all loving bride prisoners

Inside it were never seen again

Her mother Rosalee had cautioned her when she was very very young

To beware of the peculiar Stone King

Fairy so prejudiced and cold hearted

Just like his stony castle that always grew up

Whilst never did he!

 

Eventually seeing this pretty Fairy Queen imp

He declared she be another one of his brides too

Even though it hardly mattered if all the others

Truly or really did or didn’t measure up

His high standards

For all he loved was to collect and imprison

Beautiful maidens behind a gaol

Of a stone and pebble fortress so very very tall

But stoutly the Rose Fairy imp Maiden

Refused to be his bride

And put on a swell glamour act of a stage harlequin clown

Hoping by her false tears she would save the rest

Of her rose fairy imp clan

Saying

“Nay Shall I never be thy coy and bashful bride

Only if you take me as the only one

And not the rest of my fairy rose imp pride!”

The Fairy Lord Box Glove was stoned

By her pert reply

And since she was so pretty

And stunning to have as one of his

Countless possessions

He could let the remaining wallflowers

Take a nap

And so he agreed to the wise and witty

Rose maiden Fairy imp’s plea

Then giving her

A rainbow star for her high crown

Above her chiselled cheek bones

The magic morning dew drop rainbow leprechauns

Had glossed in their glistening rainbow urn pots

And all the stone garlands

Of gold, silver, bronze and platinum

Like shiny heavy medallions

The peculiar stone goblins made

The fruit and mushroom diadem of goloptious cherries, custard apples

Pineapples, Guavas, grapes, plums and fairy mushroom magic

Of the Toadstool garden brownies

 And flowery necklace of mellifluous gladioli, frangipanis, hyacinthus and dahlias

Of the green grass elves and their green thumbs

They had prepared so articulately and spic

Even the diamond choker and pendant

Of the diamond cut pixies

As it solitary stood out ‘Solitaire’ and solidly good glistening

And perfectly equal with symmetry

He took off with her in a bound and strange

Gallop upon his winged steed

So white and fairy like a white flower

Called ‘Edelweiss’

 

In her heart of hearts the little rose imp

Fairy Maiden Galluntus Gallantry

Thanked her lucky stars

For she had saved all the rest of her bulb fairy imps

From the nasty stone hearted

Fairy Lord Box Glove

Galluntus Gallantry

Her appearance was like a gallant rose blossom

She had plump rose red cheeks

Yet her body was frail and dainty

And her hands shaped like wings of a dove

All the possessions he gifted

Weighed upon her tresses so heavily

Even her dainty neck stooped low

From the heavy hanging choker and Diamond

Cut Pixie pendant

Almost so big it fell to her bosom

And her head grew tizzy

With the enormous rainbow star

Above her high crown

That sparkled so brightly it almost blinded

Those who saw her being carried away

And flown atop

The snow white winged steed ‘Edelweiss’

In a Lickety split moment, in a flash!

The air was filled with aromatic flowers

 Sweet scented fruits and mushroom magic!

As the breeze wafted swishing along

With her and the holy snow white

Winged steed ‘Edelweiss’

Zipping past like a zooming rocket

As it howled and scowled the breeze

“Swoosh……. Whisshh……. Swisssh…….

Another passing shower of perfume and

Another one of Fairy Lord Box Glove’s hundred wives’

Swoosh…… Whisshhh…… Swisssshh……”

Yet like a shining Rose Fairy Knight imp

She plucked her gimp

And her rival groom that night

As he courted her without a kiss

Or even a brush of cheek

For so stone and cold hearted was he

His grey eyes gleamed as he watched

Her aglow now pale waxen with fright

With the strange monster

Who locked her up in the tall gargantuan

Growing tower of stones and pebbles

Another floor up

Another room and upon a vacant throne

All to herself with only one window

She could chat with the hundred brides

Now another one added

A hundred and one

Of Lord Fairy Boxy Gloves

She feared indeed what the box glove

King would do

To her if she tried to disobey

Maybe his hands so big as a glove

Could easily box her fairy rose cheeks

And send her off to bed at once

Without even a peek

Into her vanity mirror

A snub all purple and black!

A smack and whack!

 

In the days that proceeded

The funny wizard

Sorcerer Glizzard Buzzard Blizzard

With a red wattle and an ivory cock comb

Looked proudly to preen

Into his magic vanity mirror

The fairy Lord Box Gloves

 Faithful a hundred and one wives

Lest they should escape

Now all three hundred and sixty five days

In a year he had solemnly counted

Again and again

And never tired doing so without a miss

Every single day

For in his strange vanity mirror

He could converse with whoever he chose

He introduced himself to the new bride

As Sorcerer Glizzard Buzzard Blizzard

Fairy Rose Queen Imp

Galluntus Gallantry

Tried to smile behind her cloistered veil of teardrops in vain!

 

Fairy Rose Queen imp

Galluntus Gallantry

Had a lot to tell the funny cock comb

Of a Cockerel Wizard

About all the lovely things she had

In the neighbouring forest

Yonder the deep ravine she lived

She had a cock Ernest, a hen Cybil

And an old cow Daphne

That mooed so much when she missed her

She even had a cocker spaniel Myrtle

That loved her to dress her up

Each day she made her a new coat

And shoes

To take her out by the gardens and meadows

She had a wise crow Coal Black

Who never stopped cawing and telling her lovely jokes

About all the scarecrows that lived yonder

And how he stole their ripe pumpkins and tomatoes

And about her darling young mother Rosalee

 Fairy Queen Imp of all the Roses

The sorcerer was entranced by the lovely Rose Queen Imp’s stories

So she tried chatting up the breeze

By opening the windows

To the other brides of Fairy Lord Box Glove

But all like the moaning and groaning of the breeze

Howling and billowing

She only could hear a strange murmur

Further like a wailing and sobbing noise

“Hushhh….. Booo… Hoooo

Sob sniffle

Hushhh… Boooo….Hooooo”

They were not happy till the day

The windows opened at dawn

And were shut tight at night

Only sobbing of the weeping willow fairies

Echoed through the valleys and dales

She called each of them sad and wistful brides

 

So sat up the whole night the poor hundred and first

Wife of Lord Fairy Box Glove

Galluntus Gallantry

Thinking with her caps and bells

How she could end the tyrannical ruling of the cruel

Stone hearted Fairy Lord

The next day when the sorcerer

With so much magic up his sleeves

Opened his vanity mirror to converse

With the young Fairy Queen Imp

Galluntus Gallantry

She pleaded with the Wizard

Saying

“Dear Sorcerer Glizzard Buzzard Blizzard

With a red wattle and an ivory cock comb

I fear none of the brides

Can use their delicate wings to fly

For the windows are barred

In each room with grids and solid lines

So how can we see what’s on the outside

When the inside is so dark

And nothing here is ever bright

Up this tall tower always growing

Rarely a few rays of sunlight showing”

 

The Sorcerer Glizzard Buzzard Blizzard

With a red wattle and an ivory cock comb

Felt sorry when she brought it to his attention

And thought to himself

He did not have the right to do so

So what could he do to make them fly?

And asked the fairy Queen imp

Sorcerer Glizzard Buzzard Blizzard

Most curiously awaiting her reply

 

“Pray tell me what can be done

For the Fairy Lord King forbids it

I am feeling very ashamed for his deeds

But I have no choice as the bars and grids

With solid lines have magical powers

Upon them

Which shall never open them up

So you shan’t ever be able to fly

With your delicate wings Alas!

What am I to do?”

He sighed and lamented

To the Fairy Queen Imp of gimp

Galluntus Gallantry

Very much in vain he did!

 

Fairy Queen Imp of gimp

 Galluntus Gallantry

Let not her hopes be crashed

To smithereens

She had to do away with the forsaken

Magic stone and pebble tower

Or else it would keep growing and growing

And more and more brides would be added

To the strange stone rooms with a single window

All gridded, with vacant single thrones inside

So she thought and thought

And came up with a brilliant idea

Which she would tell to the

Sorcerer Glizzard Buzzard Blizzard

The very next morn

As bright as a spark

As early as a lark

As happy as a lark

As one that always flew by her gridded window

 

The next morning she heard from the weeping

And wailing willow brides

The Lord Fairy King was sauntering out again

Into the thicket far beyond to catch his next bride

Before forty winks of an eye!

She wasted not a breath

And waited for the Sorcerer Glizzard Buzzard Blizzard

To call her through his magic vanity case

When the sorcerer asked the pretty fairy Queen imp

The solution or magic remedy

That ought to fix what had to be free

All she said

“Make the rock castle that never stops growing

Grow wings and fly us away”

But O’ the sorcerer cried

And cried piteously in vain

For if he did so the stony pebble castle would surely fly

But the strong grid lines so solid

Would never let them free again

For it was Lord Fairy Box Glove’s evil heart

That kept them prisoners forever

Still she persuaded the wizard to let them free

And waste not a single minute in chanting a spell

 

So the Sorcerer Glizzard Buzzard Blizzard

With a red wattle and an ivory cock comb

Uttered under his musty breath

Like a cock a doodle doo crows

A rhyme he chanted to let them escape

In a flying rock castle that never stopped growing

Thusly by growing wings instead

“Cock-A-Doodle-Doo

Cock-A-Doodle-Dee-Dum

Burrow Furrow Sturrow

Lead the strange stoned pebble castle

Growing so tall to fly yonder

The blue teal sky so bright

And never let it come back

Far from the unholy thicket where

The stone Lord Fairy Box Glove lives

Burrow Furrow Sturrow

Fly above and not here anyway

Take off at once with wings now

As big as a giant Kerfulle kite

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo

Cock-A-Doodle-Dee-Dum”

 

Lo! The stony growing castle

Started growing immense wings

And it flapped like a Kerfulle Kite

And took off as if its roots were pulled and uprooted from the ground

With an immense pull and tug

Lifting its stones and pebbles one on top the other

Of the strange growing castle

Releasing its foundation from the crust

 Broken up and up into the blue teal sky

It flew and they all wished

Through their gridded bars and lines

Of window sills and panes

Sorcerer Glizzard Buzzard Blizzard

A happy Bon voyage with the rest hundred and one travellers

For he too flew along with the hundred and one

Pretty golden fairy Queen Imps’

Of stony Lord Box Glove

 

When Fairy Lord Box Glove returned

With a new trembling bride

He was dumb founded and shocked indeed

Where the magic castle stood

Now was vacant and empty

As if a big tree was pulled off from its roots

The earth’s crust

The growing castle had disappeared

Into the starry night

Broken hearted the Fairy King Box Glove

Was ruined and collapsed

He eroded like the flora and fauna

Like a thorny carcass left behind

And the fairy bride he captured flitted away happily

As well with a bound and strange gallop

Flapped his wings and flew away

His Snow White Steed ‘Edelweiss’

Now under the safe wing of the Fairy Rose Queenie imp of gimp

Galluntus Gallantry

And now to tell you of the strange stony pebble castle that flew

And got wings

All the grid bars and solid lines

Were opened

The magic spell released the stone caged prison fairy imps

And all the hundred and one weeping willow wives

Of Fairy Lord Box Glove

Could fly away into their homestead

Flitting happily their dainty and delicate wings

Even Sorcerer Glizzard Buzzard Blizzard

With a red wattle and an ivory cock comb

Was helped by the fairies to get out of the

Strange castle that never stopped growing up

All for the bravery and wise decision

Of the Fairy Queen Knight imp of gimp

Galluntus Gallantry

She returned to her beautiful valley

Where the Morning dew drop rainbow leprechauns

 Peculiar and queer stone goblins

The green grass elves

Toadstool garden brownies

Diamond cut pixies

And rose fairy maiden imps

Sophia Lee and Amanda Woe sometimes a Bee

Wrapped lovingly their arms around her

And followed the remaining twenty six rose flower maiden imps!

Her flowery friends lauded her for her courage and dare

And got busy with their trades and businesses

And the cock Ernest, Cybil the hen

Her old cow Daphne, cocker spaniel mutt Myrtle

Her crow Coal Black and darling mother Rosalee

Fairy Queen Imp of all the roses

Along with Sorcerer Glizzard Buzzard Blizzard

Snow White winged steed ‘Edelweiss’

And the hundred wives of Fairy Lord Box Glove

Lived happily ever after

As they watched sometimes

The flying rocking castle with wings

That never stopped growing

Flap its wings once in a while

The blue blue skies yonder again!