enchantrancing elixir

Mum's tea bags are filled with bones of wee fairies
that sit on your nose and play with your lashes
while sooniz, in the mornin' mum's boozin on wee fairy ashes!
peek at her cup you'll see no murky dairies
floatting to the top like a bay of cranberries.
it's wings that you'll see frayed from the gashes
bits of gossomer and glitter, on Mum's face in small flashes
"Fairy Wings" you say pointing feirce, "No child, it's just a canary's"


But how does she do it, you may want to know?
snatch the stealth beauties in the black of night
never waking her childers with fatal fariy screams?
Cats eyes, she has, to see a fairy's glow.
a pinch of her fingers snaps their legs off outright
and if you wake with a shock, she coos "it's just a dream"

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