Oops! Or The Fairies Have Really Good Hearing Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

would you care for a drop of chocolate,
a pink iced bun?
we asked the Fairy on the run.

but she wanted only
apple crumb cake,
baked Alaska.

eclairs? we asked again.
she flittered.
then, she stared.

she must think she's someone
we both almost said
when her moss green wings

unfurled replete, with tiny gold spots.
but she heard us then
and never forgot.

and never returned
though we cried a lot what
with all the jeweled things

we'd wished for

mary angela douglas 25 june 2015