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:
Are you reading Eat, Pray, Love? Good book.
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. ;)
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!
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