She was told not to mix
her grape and her grain
because all little fairies
end up with is pain.
in their little tummies.
The chief elf said so.
He should know
he has pain mixing his grain.
He rolled out the barrel
weeks ago and still he sups
from the tap when he needs to
his tummy is a barrel full of beer
which is queer, dressed in green.
Like a poppy pod waiting to burst
Which wont be a first.
His greedy thirst has spread
to the little lady in red.
The drunken fairy.
The merry fairy in red.
Now splat on her bed
with cheeks to match her attire.
Like she is on fire.
Burning her brains out
with a barrel of stout
clapped out
the merry fairy