The Fae of the Barrow
Neath' the ole barrow I swear lives a fae,
A solitary creature filled with malice, who causes dismay.
It took my pumpkin, once it was ripe for the pickin',
Even took my neighbor's chicks, then all her chickens.
It stole Deborah's plates, the fine ones she never uses,
And I heard that it stole all the socks that Leo constantly loses.
It stole the farmers daughter's old tea set,
And then broke Mary's shed locks and took her worn down dragnet.
I know it stole those things cos I've seen it at night,
Sneakin' from place to place and revelin' in all the fright.
It's teeth are pointy, serrated if you must,
And it's eyes are steely and filled with lust.
It'll take whatever you have, even if it's battened down,
It cares not for locks or fences, ask anyone in town.
It steals without remorse, a glutton for more,
And my calls to have it removed always cause an uproar.
Politics and lack of proof, that's what they always say,
Fine. Whatever. Have it your way.
Don't come complainin' to me once you find your stuff went astray,
I'll tell you like I said before, it's just that mean ol' fae.
An Old Poem by Jefferson Richards
It should be noted that the author, an older man known as Jefferson Richards, actually did see a fae (a gnome more specifically) living in the nearby cemetery. It did indeed pillage the town without mercy. He writes a small note at the bottom.
I've heard that some poems if imbued with magic can keep fae away. Might as well try it out.
A solitary creature filled with malice, who causes dismay.
It took my pumpkin, once it was ripe for the pickin',
Even took my neighbor's chicks, then all her chickens.
It stole Deborah's plates, the fine ones she never uses,
And I heard that it stole all the socks that Leo constantly loses.
It stole the farmers daughter's old tea set,
And then broke Mary's shed locks and took her worn down dragnet.
I know it stole those things cos I've seen it at night,
Sneakin' from place to place and revelin' in all the fright.
It's teeth are pointy, serrated if you must,
And it's eyes are steely and filled with lust.
It'll take whatever you have, even if it's battened down,
It cares not for locks or fences, ask anyone in town.
It steals without remorse, a glutton for more,
And my calls to have it removed always cause an uproar.
Politics and lack of proof, that's what they always say,
Fine. Whatever. Have it your way.
Don't come complainin' to me once you find your stuff went astray,
I'll tell you like I said before, it's just that mean ol' fae.
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