PIXIES PLACE

Dancing in moonlight,
Their wings all aglow,
Flittering from here
To there, don’t you know?

A leaf wrapped round
To make her a skirt,
His pants are all green,
With a pale white shirt.

They’re watching us folks,
Through windows and screens,
Posting on Pixies,
And smiling it seems.

“I’m proud,” said the girl,
“They all love us you see.”
“I like how they celebrate,
Having sex,” said he!

They were right, of course,
In what they perceived,
Folks perving the net and
Doing that which conceives.

Gals on their backs,
Or on top, or their knees,
Guys making love with wands
Stiff as you please.

And what better a place,
Than the one that’s just right,
Pixies-Place on the web,
Morning, noon and at night.