Fairy

She was a living doll The rainbow in one eye And the other Bluer than the bluest sky

This fairy took a stroll among the strawberries To have some breakfast with the fellow fairies

"Some rose petal stew And a drop of morning dew That'll do," She contemplated Slightly irritated About her frustration Towards creation

Being ethereal Could drive her hysterical Particularly since she has a physical Appetite

Then this punk came by And she said, "Hi"

His neon hair stood upright And shades hid his eyes against the light The pins piercing his skin Expressed the state he was in

But something was very alive in his pants And he took it out with both hands

"I'll fuck you fairy," he said "Right here in the fucking strawberry bed Lick my dick!" he insisted Her ethereal mind was totally twisted Right out of her head

"Good golly, I'm getting rather wet But, is this all I'm gonna get? Hardly more than a drop of morning dew! I didn't really come, how about you?"

But the punk was on his way And in the fairy forest the fairy had to stay And like many of us, with herself she had to play For the remainder of this exciting, wonderful, this very day