Widow and the Fairy

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The Widow And The Fairy   
(F. Wedlock)

In a crumbling ruin all condemned for years.
There lived a widow, such a kind old dear.
For 40 years in a basement flat.
No friend had she but her old torn cat.

One Christmas Eve in the cold and gloom.
A blinding flash lit up her lonely room.
There stood a fairy saying "Have no fear."
"To grant three wishes they have sent me here."

With trembling hands she held forth her purse:
A widow's pension won't go far of course.
The fairy waved her wand around.
And on the floor lay ten thousand pounds.

"An hourglass figure and a face divine.
All my life have I wished were mine."
"Hold tight." said the fairy. "and I'll have a go."
And made her look just like Marilyn Monroe.

This gorgeous figure in the chair she sat.
When she chanced to spy her old tom cat.
"He's my only friend, so if you can.
"Make him my handsome young fancy man."

Some magic dust from the fairy's wand.
A puff of smoke and the cat was gone,
And in its place right beside her chair.
Stood a tanned Adonis with long golden hair.

This handsome youth to the girl drew near.
And whispered softly into her ear.
"Oh. the night is young but you'll regret
"The day you took me to see the vet!"


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