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Rated: E · Poetry · Entertainment · #2291836
Poem, just to kill time
                                       On Christmas, the Fairy got herself a new pair of wings,
                             to be even more brave and free. And she even bought one more
                             a slightly smaller pair of wings for one little girl.



She was working very hard
And bought me a house on the spot.
So she told me, that is true:
"It's just like you".

The place was scary, the place was dark,
Wolf's howl, dog's bark,
Owl burning eyes in the tree
Made it terrible to me.

Shattered windows let no light,
Empty pantry - not a bait
Of food on those shelves.
No fairies, no elves.

Webs on walls, squeaky floors,
The dusty chimney, crooked doors.
Now, when I saw it all,
I can say: "Not me at all!" :))




From the review by Zeke:
"It sure sounds like she didn't have very good taste in houses. " ))
03/04/23

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