Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk
The Fractured Fairy
Across the realm in gardens fair
And sunlit woodland dell
They talk of Past Times Fairy
And what one night befell.
Her home it was a magic place
Of blooms and crystal glass
Until there came those meals-on-wheels
And that big clumsy arse.
He didn’t see her as he rose
And stumped off to the loo
Oblivious he to where she sat
And fairy kisses blew.
A mind too filled with rummy
A head too filled with drink
He brushed right past her resting place
And knocked her off the brink.
The crash was heard ‘cross Fairyland
As to the tiles she fell
The news flashed o’er the ether
To every Tinkerbell.
Her hand that guided kisses
In tiny pieces lay
No more to wave at butterflies
And brush life’s cares away.
Her wings were cruelly fractured
Just like an injured bird
She lay immobile on her back
As Maureen’s cry was heard.
Oh, who will heal our fairy?
A victim of cruel self
I know, said Ken, with ready wit,
Let’s call the National Elf.
