Funny Poems

Introduction

Do you believe in fairies? Well this poem is about a man who did and what happened when he made his wish.

This poem is just a bit of fun and is my idea of what may happen to someone who is seeking something for nothing. You can read more of my poetry at my website or on Howlingdog.info

The Fairy At The Bottom Of Our Street

Down the bottom of our street
Where the dogs and cats run free
I was walking and whistling
When a fairy said to me

'You look lovely, you look handsome,
Would you like to make a wish?'
I thought just for a moment
Of the things to bring me bliss

Maybe houses, lots of money,
New clothes for my wife Mary
'I would definitely want to'
Said I to the Fairy

He was a proper little fellow,
Green tunic, bright red cap
Leather belt and tight trousers,
Then he gave his hands a clap!

'You must tell me what your wish is'
He spoke those words so sweet
And the silver buckles sparkled
On the boots upon his feet

'Why I would wish for money,
Lots of ale and so much MORE!'
The fairy stood and listened
Softly staring at the floor

'Yes! your wish Sir SHALL be granted'
The fairy said with glee
And I said a prayer to heaven
So glad to be just me

'But there is one condition,
Something you must do he said
I wondered and I pondered,
As the Fairy shook his head

Then he cuddled up much closer
And I dreamed of ale and bliss
'You look lovely, you look handsome,
Now give me a kiss'

Said the fairy and I thought
About the money and the wish
'Oh go on then' I answered
As he puckered up with glee

Now no one is perfect
And certainly not me
As I fastened up my trousers
And walked back up the street

I turned and heard a giggle,
That made me stop my feet
'How old are you fine fellow?'
The fairy gave a shout
'A little over forty' I said 'Or thereabout'

I could see that he was smiling,
He wore a silly grin
Then I knew that I'd been suckered,
Yes I'd been taken in

Now people there's a moral,
A lesson for you all
If you chance to meet a fairy,
If the leprechauns do call

If you're tempted by the goblins
And you dare to make a wish
Beware the little fairy
Who tries to take a kiss

Years have passed since I met him,
Where the cats and dogs run free
But I never will forget
What that fairy did to me

My wish? Well I'm still waiting,
Money is quite sparse
And despite all my wishing
All I got was a sore arse.

Copyright; John G. Sutton
Email: john@johngsutton.com
Web Site: http://www.johngsutton.com