Upset Fairy

I have a fairy
She looks quite upset,
I can just imagine what made her angry
Must have been those goblins, I bet.

She standing on one of my daisies
On my front lawn,
She's tapping her foot violently
While I loudly yawn.

"My wand has been stolen
What am I to do?
How am I supposed to clean my house
And take my garbage out too?"

I didn't quite know
What to say to her,
"Maybe we can get it back
No need to fill with such anger."

Well now, she flew off the handle
Then I heard her cuss,
I've never heard such language
She's making too much of a fuss.

"I'm sure we'll find your wand
One way or the other,
But if you don't stop swearing
I'll surely tell your mother."

She promised me, she would stop
And hopped down of the flower,
Never try to talk to a fairy
When she doesn't have her wand power.

We moved some brush aside
To look for her wand,
"I'm so very angry," she said
"I can't believe it's gone."

We looked everywhere
But could not find it,
I heard her laughing loudly
She had nearly taken a sh!t.

"Oh, never mind," she said
Wiping tears from her eyes
"It was in my back pocket
All of this time."

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.8/2006

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