I'm getting guests for supper
They'll be here in a few hours,
The dragon from down the street is coming
Faires are staying home, they have the scours.
Both the King and Queen
Will be dressed in their best attire,
The ogre that lives under the bridge
Lord, I hope he doesn't perspire.
The Unicorns will be here as well
Flying over everyone's head,
I hope they don't run in the castle walls
Wishing they'll land on the grass instead.
The Pixies are leaving their forest home
To be at my supper too,
I hope the giant doesn't fill their chairs
With super sticky crazy glue.
I have to go get ready now
And pretty up my curly hair,
Lord, I hope everything goes well,
Oh damn, where are my polka dotted underwear?
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.1/2006