SciFi and Fantasy Stories: The Foul Fate of Finn the Fae

A bonny, merry, lively Fae,
Sat in a court of law, one day.
He sat up straight, his wings held high,
And caught the Elven, Judges eye.

The Elven Judge was rather old.
Bitter and cruel, he liked the scold.
The sort of man with spiky knees,
Who never smiles and doesn’t sneeze.

But sneeze is just what this man did.
The Jury had some sense and hid,
The Lawyer sucked his thumb and cried.
The elf’s wrath fuelled by broken pride.

He turned, his face an angry red.
Drove up his hands and loudly said:

Me oh my, oh holy hazel!
Something strange is in my nasal!

He grabbed his face, it felt quite queer!
And from his nostrils, dear oh dear.
Grey hair was falling from his nose,
It sauntered down to greet his toes.

To which the Fae, lets call him Finn,
Began to giggle, laugh and grin.
He couldn’t help but cry in glee,
At such an obscure sight to see.

The Judge bore down, red eyes, like blood,
And gave the worst sentence he could.
Two thousand years of misery,
Teaching children A-B-C.

At Little Chaplin boarding school,
Where students force feed teachers gruel.
They shout and whine and on full moons,
Become not wolves, but male baboons.

Poor Finn, such horror at his fate,
Bowed down to beg, but ‘twas too late.
His mind made up, the mean old Judge
Proclaimed the sentence would not budge.

I bet your thinking - poor old Finn
It’s not his fault, this mess he’s in! -
And there you’d make your big mistake,
For our young Finn’s a crooked fake.

Beyond the charm, his roguish eyes,
He hides a sinister surprise.
Good old Finn, he’s not so funny,
He’ll charm you out of all your money.

Wanted across the universe,
For theft, deceit and much, much worse.
But a magic sneeze was all it took,
To change this nasty conman’s luck!