Dancing With Pixies: Mel's Laatste Sup

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Mel's Laatste Sup

Mel's last weekend in Australia - 8 bottles of champagne created a fitting atmosphere for much frivolity at Pee Wee's Rest. Not much frivolity this morning though....

Hooroo Mellie, it's been a blast mate XX

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MelDecember 16, 2010 at 12:06 PM
Nice food and drinks, some music and wonderfull compagny, girls (and AJ) you made my day! What a way to "celebrate" and all off that just for me and my laatste sup! Thanks for giving me a good time, it was lovely. -xxx- Mel
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Wouldn't you all like to have danced with a Pixie?

Have e'er seen the Pixies, the folk not blest or banned?

They walk upon the waters; they sail upon the land,

They make the green grass greener where'er their footsteps fall,

The wildest hind in the forest comes at their call.

They steal from bolted linneys, they milk the key at grass,

The maids are kissed a-milking, and no-one hears them pass.

They flit from byre to stable and ride unbroken foals,

They seek out human lovers to win them souls.

The Pixies know no sorrow, the Pixies feel no fear,

They take no care for harvest or seedtime of the year;

Age lays no finger on them, the reaper time goes by

The Pixies, they who change not, grow old or die.

The Pixies though they love us, behold us pass away,

And are not sad for flowers they gathered yesterday,

Today has crimson foxglove; if purple hose-in-hose

Withered last night, tomorrow will have its rose.