Faerie Floss Please

The elderly nana had one last wish.
I would like a bit of faerie floss she said.
I thought she meant embroidery floss.
Someone else thought she meant gauzy material.
An old gentleman arrived carrying cotton candy on a stick.
We used to call this faerie floss, he told us.
She was more than happy with it.
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