To: “That nice man in the bottle.”
Subject: Overdue wishes.
Dear Mr Genie, sir, regarding the three wishes you offered me on the mystery tour last October.
Following much deliberation I have decided on my final wish.
With your response I ask you enclose the answer to the problem of:
What to get the fairytale princess with everything.
The reason?
Well…
My darling daughter’s Birthday’s near ,
And I’m in a real to-do,
I get her gift wrong every year,
I need some help from you ,
I warn you it’s no easy job
She’s a fussy, spoilt gell,
Get it right or she’ll scream and sob,
So the years have served to tell,
The travesty of a year ago,
I can not afforded to repeat,
I’m still haunted by that sound you know,
From the way she stamped her feet,
You see…
The dragon egg was ‘boring,’
The pony deemed to slow,
The Bard’s song left her snoring,
And the stardust didn’t glow,
The diamond rings lacked lustre,
The crown jewels were ‘too small’,
The broom stick ride concussed her,
Well I never thought she’d fall!
The acre on the moon,
Was far too far away,
And the fluffy kid raccoon,
Just the wrong shade of grey,
The acrobatic elf guys,
Put on a lovely show,
But one poor lad had blue eyes,
So they all had to go,
She didn’t read the books I bought,
But disposed of them with haste,
And she didn’t eat her chocolate torte,
She didn’t like the taste,
The fortune teller told her ,
She was a little brat,
Her mother had to hold her,
As she hissed and kicked and spat,
And the fairy that I hired,
To meet her every need,
Got far too very tired,
From the extent of her greed,
My wit is at its end,
My nerve has gone awry,
So I beg of you my friend,
Don’t let her make me cry.
… Again…
Pending your reply I will be stationed in hiding in the dark dungeons.
Hope all is well with you,