Three wishes the good fairy gave
For which I rejoiced and did rave;
I wished for some bucks
But didn’t have luck
When I lost on a dark horse named Mave.
I thought long and hard for the next
For this wish I wouldn’t be vexed;
I wished to spread cheer
To those far and near
But all I could do was send texts.
Wondering what happened with three?
I wished just to be the best me.