T H E N A U G H T Y F A I R Y
(AN EARLY CHRISTMAS POEM)
I'm 'Fairy on The Christmas Tree
Squirming, writhing, I need a wee!
Restricting is this frilly dress
When suddenly, I'm in a mess!
I feel a trickle on my thigh
No time to scream and wonder why....
Old Fuzzy Whiskers starts to moan
His beard is soaked, he's on the phone....
To Lapland, where all toys are made
Adjusting trusty hearing-aid (Pardon?)
Oh, Blast, Rudolph's red nose is damp
Great panic spreading in the "camp"!
What can I do, short-circuit lights?
Dear Tinkerbell with Barbie fights
Poor children, standing in the queue
Look at the tree and, wonder who...
Has caused commotion, fighting toys
'Would never do for girls and boys!...
To have the Fairy Grotto spoiled
The system here is so "well-oiled"
Then Peter Pan to 'rescue came
This little man of world-wide fame
He snatched Old Fuzzy's whiskers off
And proffered them, yes, with a cough! (A gent'?)
My knickers "plugged", the smile returned
P.P., his Brownie Points has earned
The tree now dry, "normalitee"
Is glowing 'round the Christmas Tree!
And Santa Claus.. more babies 'kiss
The one with runny nose he miss'!
I yawn again and view the clock..
"Not even bloody twelve o'clock!"
'Resign and steering Star Wars' plane
This boring job drives all insane!
I land on sunny Pafos beach
With all "dear" children out of reach!
A Status red, safe in my hand (Wine!)
A palm tree swaying, sunshine and.....
Dear Pafos suits my nature see...
And all because of fateful WEE! November 2020, updated from 2011 xx