A Fairy on My Nose

Joannda Riche

There was a fairy on my nose,
I saw it, I`m sure with tiny toes.
It smiled at me with an impish grin,
Then plucked my hair and began to spin.

It spun a tiny spiders web,
For a mummy spider with a broken leg.
And then the cheeky little thing,
Flew really fast and stole my ring.

She put it in a magpies nest,
Then quite exhausted sat down to rest.
When it had caught its fairy breath,
She flew in my ear, scared me to death.

It buzzed around in there for a while,
Then pulled out a drum with a sneaky smile.
It took six lashes from my eyes,
And made a fiddle with knots and ties.

She gave these things,
The drum and strings,
To a group of nearby bugs.
They danced and they played,
For the rest of the day.
Then they all gave each other big hugs.

I still have the mark on the end of my nose,
Footprints from the fairy`s toes,
I think they`re speckled,
But some say they`re freckled.
There was a fairy on my nose!