see her tending to the teeth
past midnight, the job
of a fairy, variety of
toothmonger.
but don't
make any enemies in Tír na nÓg,
or you shan't be around
for much longer.
you eye a brownie too long,
you're sure to be a goner.
and do not eat the food,
lest you become a changeling's daughter.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
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