The sparks are flying and I would be lying if I said this was only a tea
If I spout the truth of this Halloween booth it's actually a matrimony
Mr and Mrs Teapot are tying the knot
Because they pour and adore much more than a lot
The guests are holding back their boos
Till they've solemnly said their "I do's"
The Little One is snoring cos it's getting oh so boring
Jack in a Jack o' Lanterns is about to have tantrums
And the Fluffular Twins have run out of grins
Mary the Hairy finds the tedium plain scary
The witch like a zombie just may have a thrombie
Big Sister's day dreaming to stop herself screaming
Cauldron's catatonically looking but can't tell you what is cooking
Pumpkin's gone into a stupor and lolly doesn't find it very super
The Peepy Eyes are sleepy eyes and just can't wait to be creepy eyes
Little Kewpie says it's loopy and her eyes are feeling droopy
Big Kewpie says I know but I think I see a glow
Ooo so do we, which means: "Yay! FINALLY!"
It's time for marshmallow tea!
And lots of "Boos!" before we say our Adieus...
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Royal Doll Town is abuzz and a busy as Halloween looms.
The Prince and Jilly Bean are already witchy and 'flying' brooms.
And here I'm instructed on just what to do
For tomorrow when I post something witchy for you:
“Ah Halloween?!” Sighed Queen Marcheline
“A Tea Party with A Fanciful Twist,
Now let me see if I’ve got the gist?
A blog leap like frog leap
Sounds just the treat
Or the trick should I say
To get Halloween underway
Just remember: Keep it Cute!
Creepy for me has an ill repute.
I want googly eyes no ghoully eyes
No blood and gore and guts on the floor
No zombies throwing thrombies, no dolly weird no dolly woos
No icky yicky yucky goos
It's up to you to pick and choose
The niceties and sweetie peas and all those other thingamies."
So there you have it from the Queen
Please join us here for Halloween...
The web is getting webby...
The Woolly Witches are headed in to town...
Tis the Fanciful Twist Halloween-Tea Final Count Down!
Whip on your bloomers, petties or britches
It doesn't matter which as long as they're witch's...
Be here, be there, be everywhere.
It's going to be a grand affair
Lotsa blog hoppin' and eye candy shoppin'
Mental magic that's simply pumpkin pie poppin'
So hop in and pop in and get the show boppin!;-)
Boundaries were not what Camber and Jilly Bean were au fait with when ensconced in Ann-Judy’s bedroom. They could run amok. They were at liberty to do what they liked, when they liked and how they liked for quite frankly Jellatine was in a lingering depression over the long lost love of her life and didn’t care less what wild shenanigans ensued. However, once installed at the Royal Tower a sense of decorum was certainly demanded by order of the Queen. Jilly Bean is constitutionally kind of rubbery and bouncy and her favourite sporting activity is to leap randomly off the top of the canopy bed, which houses Marzipan Mansion and bounce back up again (bungee jumping without the bungee chord) terrifying the living daylights out of the resident boudoir dolls. This unruly past time was soon curtailed by the Queen, partly because it upset the shattered nerves of the boudoir populace and partly because it upset her darling Prince, who wasn't bouncy and therefore couldn't partake of this daring and thrilling antic. Whenever Jilly Bean brazenly jumped over the edge of the nursery garden in front of Prince Camembert he would dissolve into floods of dry tears. His face would pathetically crinkle up into such a pitiful pouting affair as he dramatically sobbed: “It’s so not fair!” that it gave his mother despair hair, that doo that looks part electrocution part bird-nest style. She couldn't bear to see her son so aggrieved, so being the Queen she resolved an official plan to shepherdess the bouncy tot and duly appointed three nanny cum housekeepers for Marzipan Mansion.
These new members of staff were identical triplets, so identical in fact, that it's impossible to tell them apart so they share a name: Veronica-Rose-Marie. They are three exceedingly worn and scuffed stuffed hedgehogs who'd started life very much like the fluffy plump similar versions from the Steiff collection available at Hamleys Toy Store of London (see first pic), but had been treasured and loved to the point of threadbare. They were 'owned' by a set of triplets named Charlotte, Elizabeth and Diana decades ago. Nobody could really tell the little girls apart either, but they could easily tell each other apart and only they could really tell their hedgehogs apart. The sisters dragged their Cudbuds everywhere with them every day, doing pretty much the same thing, so over the course of their lives the hedgehogs had aged identically. One would think that they might want to try and look a bit different from one another, but no, they always dressed and behaved exactly alike. One for all, all for one so a collective name it was. The triplets, Charlotte, Elizabeth and Diana had adored the gardens and kitchen potager at the stately home they grew up in and as a result the hedgehogs had developed a similarly keen interest in all things green. They therefore very much encouraged Jilly Bean and the little Prince to love seeds and be involved with those that Libertine was germinating in the garden beds of Marzipan Mansion. As for Grickle-grass and Truffula trees, well they are shall we say a minor paroxysm!
It can be very exhausting for moms sometimes, see exhibit A above, especially when you're desperate to go to sleep and your young'uns are lying there staring at the ceiling with no sign of nodding off in the near future. So, in some instances, they're simply forced to enlist assistance. When Queen Marcheline had officially adopted her precious Prince Camembert, she thought she could do with some help and additionally she deemed it awfully proper that he get a nanny or two to suitably groom him for his role as Prince. Hanging around in the Ann-Judy bedroom was not exactly a regal indoctrination so arrangements were made to source the services of the best nannies a Prince could have. Word rapidly spread through Court that part time nannies were called for, however, the task seemed perilously daunting to most. The all seeing scrutiny of Queen Marcheline, especially when it came to her prized darling, was too much of a stretch of most of their imaginations and couldn't be entertained, so not surprisingly, there were no volunteers. Fortunately for everyone concerned, two new arrivals at the tower town, oddly enough seemed to fit the bill in a roundabout way.
Pristine Pink and Properine Green are fusions of old Grödnertal doll heads on soft antique linen bodies with bisque appendages. They'd been reinvented and invigorated by a most caring doll maker in a cosy Camden market stall back in the day of the 1970's I should presume. Pristine’s ancient fabric body is over-dyed pale pink while Properine’s is minty green. The most pressing question Queen Marcheline asked them upon arrival, was whether they were any good with children. They wholeheartedly assured her that since the time they were full bodied wooden peg dolls more than a century ago they had lived through war and famine and lots of situations dealing with children. In fact, they had developed their own modern day theory for toddler care which they coined: “The Marshmallow Technique”. They believed that if their bodies were pleasingly pastel coloured, cuddly soft and smooshy like marshmallows and sweetly fragranced with a pleasant blend of rose and lavender scented linen spray, then they'd ensure they made the perfect corporeal plush comforters for infants, hence their current appearance, which did seem a bit nude, but not in any rude sort of way. They demonstrated to the fascinated Queen the zippers at the backs of their bodies which could be used to stuff them fatter if they needed to be more cuddlesome. Their theory also included treading carefully as if through marsh when moving about the nursery, and here they re-enacted a somewhat deliberated gait like a cat aiming to pounce a mouse and speaking in a mellow voice, employing the Queen’s most perfect English. When they'd finished explaining the marsh and mellow aspects of their philosophy they stood enthusiastically regarding the Queen. She, in return ruminated about their theory which she found a little off beat and their appearance was kind of shabby chic, but how could she be picky when it was slim pickings. Therefore she cautiously indulged their romantic notion of child rearing and sighed: “Very well, you may fill the positions, but don’t get too soft. My son must mind his manners. For manners maketh a man!” She regarded them seriously a while then quipped as an afterthought. “Obviously he’s never really going to grow into a man, still, manners go a long way and don’t forget to add some boundaries!”
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AND HE SAID:
"Truly I tell you,
You're NEVER too old to be young at heart
P l a g i a r i s m is
a plague D O N ' T
S P R E A D I T ! ! !
R e s p e c t