Mrs McRoot a Pumpkin Faerie
She did not look like a pumpkin faerie from Bailey
But her house said she was certainly that
An older winged creature, with a back that was phat
We liked seeing her saunter in and out daily
Her name was Old Wisdom, but she kept this to herself.
Her magical bat brought her things up high on the shelf.
Other familiar was a crow whose name was Mrs. McRoot.
She brings her all kinds of shiny things in the form of jeweled loot.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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