Sunday, December 14, 2008

Third Sunday of Advent


The Wicked Fairy at the Manger

by U. A. Fanthorpe

My gift for the child:

No wife, kids, home;
No money sense. Unemployable.
Friends, yes. But the wrong sort-
The workshy, women, wogs,
Petty infringers of the law, persons
With notifiable diseases,
Poll tax collectors, tarts:
The bottom rung.

His end?

I think we'll make it
Public, prolonged, painful.


Right, said the baby. That was roughly
What we had in mind.

3 comments:

un-nerved said...

Are you reading Eat, Pray, Love? Good book.

Mama V said...

Seriously! Who would ever hope that kind of wish list for a newborn! ;)

Glad he liked women, though. It's not always easy being of the wrong sort. ;)

Robyn said...

Anne, I am reading Eat, Pray, Love. It's sooooo good. As Marti would say, I'm eating Eat, Pray, Love.

I hear ya, Mama V!