over the hills
in a wierd little land
lived fairies and goblins
with more than two hands
some gremlins they say
can come with four eyes
but dragons can scorch
with the simplest of sighs
the scariest things
to people like us
coz nothing can touch them
they're allergic to fuss
until their mother appeared
starts roaming their valley
hiding and pouncing
from damp dark alleys
no noise
no chewing
no signs of fight
devouring the children
with a plate of french fries
the bitch as she's called
in the company of elves
brought this tormenting
curse upon herself
shes been on a bender
and staggered home pissed
found an eighth
and some Rizlas
and rolled out a spliff
got the munchies
and reached
for the handiest snack
she ate her own kids
and spat them straight back
forgive me my beauties
what a dreadful mistake!
the children cant hear her
they're gone
its too late