The Tattered FairyThe Tattered Fairy11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I opened the door in answer to a knock,
And seeing who stood there gave me such a shock,
For it was a fairy, looking all forlorn,
Her appearance was dirty, tattered and torn.
Her shoes were dusty, her hair a tangeled mess,
She had knots in her ribbon, and rips in her dress,
Her face was smudged, her lips cracked and dry,
Her wings were so tattered, she never would fly.
She spoke softly and kindly, so I listened well,
For she had some very bad news to tell,
"Your garden needs you" she quietly said.
I knew what was coming and listened with dread.
"There is no grass, the ground is dust,
Planting some lawn is an absolute must.
The flowers that bloom, are choked by weeds,
Pull them all out, get rid of them please.
The roses are overgrown, and pull at my hair,
If you cut them back, more buds will grow there.
The plants are thirsty, its water they need,
And the fuscias would flourish with a really good feed."
Then she gave a little wave, and was gone from my sight,
I thought of her words, and