It’s been a while
since “Never Was”
featured in the Muse
though not refined
these Fairy kind
are comfy as old shoes
Not buffed, but scuffed
their souls have holes
too big to count as Windows
thus booting roles
in Hubbard’s sole
if you get innuendo.
As inference is everything
at least it was for Teapot
—a highly septic
plump dyslexic—
Tea never got the sweet spot…
To tout about
her girth or spout
beyond initial reading
since claim to be
> a pot for pee <
was gist of words misleading.
Just as bad
a time was had
by Not-So-Bitsy spider
that mammoth bug
could tow a tug!
stacked ten-deep with riders!
And so it wedged
in spout for hedge’s
—watering outside
thereby losing
chance for schmoozing
children’s story-time.
It took a night
of firefighters—
blasting it with hoses
to clear all eight
legs from spate
meant to water roses
a creeping curse
since fate got worse
the instant bug was free
the Fairy there
was unprepared
so stomped it with her feet.
No quaking
moppet, she
didn’t stop, until
the smashed arachnid
was spot of grease
and though at peace
to this there was reaction…
No role, for sure
—in Fairy lore
no wheying in from Tuffet
> a-rach-na-cide <
is reason why
this final Fairy roughed it.
©Karen Robiscoe
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