Dang Ol Faeries
Dang ol' faeries while I sleep,
Aroun' my bedroom they did creep,
Casting their spells here and there,
Last year found a dragon in my underwear!
Wouldn't have been too bad, except...;
I was wearin' them, when up they crept,
That little ol' dragon she let out a blast,
And I arose screamin' cause she burnt my A**!
Dang ol' faeries they just love to dance,
A whoopin' and a hollerin' as they prance,
Then my neighbor he calls and yells at me,
'Turn down that darn tv, it is half past three!'
What could I tell them it's the dang ol' fae?
He'd only call those people to take me away,
At least it would be quieter in that padded cell,
But they would somehow find me even in the pit of hell!
Dang ol' faeries why are they pickin' on me?
I ain't even Irish as far as I can see,
I don't even have any green in my room,
But as soon as I am asleep in they zoom!
I wish they would just go on home,
Just scatter away and leave me alone,
Sweepin' up faerie dust in my room,
Always eats right through my new straw broom!
Dang ol' faeries I wish that I could,
Just cast one spell, you know that I would,
Catch them in the middle of one of their songs,
And spray them with a big ol' can of 'Faerie Begone!'
©Jane Richer
Mar/2011
Happy St. Patrick's Day tomarrow everyone!
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