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Kidnapping the Tooth Fairy

When I was six years old, I lost my first tooth It fell out as I was eating pizza while sitting in a booth My sister told me something,and I thought it was dumb She said if I saved it,the tooth fairy would come I didn't believe her,so I asked my dad And he told me the same thing my sister had He said if I put my tooth under my pillow,and I thought this next part was funny That the tooth fairy would take it,and give me some money He also said that she would only come at night And that she would stay away if she saw any light How absurd,I thought,this couldn't be true Trading money for teeth was something nobody would do So,after asking my mom,my brother,and a friend My quest for the truth came to an end I bolted to my room in a dash And put my tooth under my pillow, I wanted some cash But then,I got an idea,and it might sound kind of mean I figured the tooth fairy had more money than a queen So I came up with a plan that would be a little scary I decided I was going to kidnap the tooth fairy So,that night,I waited for the tooth fairy to come about I just sat on my bed with all the lights out I had something planned,and the tooth fairy didn't know it yet But when she came into my room,she'd get trapped my a net I knew it was wrong,but i wanted some money So I could buy toys, and candy,and a bunny I waited,and waited,but it seemed to be The tooth fairy wasn't coming,I guess she didn't like me So,I went to sleep,and the next morning when I awoke I looked under my pillow,and began to choke There was no money there,and neither was my tooth And I knew why,too,I knew the truth The tooth fairy hated me,this I could see That's why she stole my tooth from me I couldn't believe it,I didn't even get a dime But that's okay,I thought,I'll get her next time

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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