Ticking the days off was exciting Yet became a living nightmare She’d had an invitation to the ball She now worried how to get there.
It was the End of Year Fairies Ball Where the best of the fairies went. She’d got her gown, her fairy shoes And had made her rose petal scent.
She had chosen pale green for her dress And had sewn buttercups to the hem. Little golden flowers cascaded down her With tiny leaves still attached to the stem.
She had a buttercup upside down on her head With golden thread under her chin Daisies draped from her arms held tight By a tiny golden wrist pin.
She looked adorable but so did the others They all looked like a story from a fairytale Nerves sometimes got the better of her So the breathing slowed down, a slow exhale.
The buttercup fairy looked divine as she did Always and mingled, taking her time She ate raspberry pips and drank blossom juice And had her first sample of apple wine.
She sat under an acorn and arranged her wings A robin provided a pillow for her which was nice Before he knew it she had fallen to sleep But was she about to pay the upmost price.
She had missed the best dressed fairy time When all fairies were judged by the chief elf Instead this tipsy little fairy fast asleep And was sitting on a very expensive shelf.
She awoke with the sound of little bells Announcing the winner of the best dress She tutted at the robin for not waking her She as angry because now she was in a mess.
She now wore a face as long as a fiddle And did not care about anyone or thing She had prepared for this day since the Beginning of this year’s spring.
The moral of her story don’t nestle Next to a naughty little robin with fluffed chest Otherwise you fall to sleep all afternoon And then end up seriously depressed.
The buttercup fairy found some comfort In a super little bar under a mushroom And smashed her way through too much wine Which for now ended her doom and gloom.
Staggering her way home in the early hours Singing over the blackbird’s morning tune She perched herself under an oak leaf And slept until the new light of the moon