There was a tightwad tooth fairy <br />and Griselda was her name. <br />When you had your teeth out <br />and put them under the pillow <br />she would come along and pinch them <br />and leave nothing in return. <br />You would wake up in the morning; <br />look under your pillow for some dosh, <br />but under your pillow was empty there. <br />As you looked at the empty space, <br />you knew straight away <br />that Griselda the tightwad tooth fairy <br />had been about. <br />Complaints followed complaints <br />to fairly land <br />about this tightwad tooth fairy. <br />The fairy council <br />had never heard of such a thing. <br />A tightwad tooth fairy. <br />Oh, this could never be. <br />They had never had a case <br />of a tooth fairy leaving no money. <br />Something had to be done. <br />Griselda was called <br />and stood before the council <br />and asked to explain why <br />she was a tightwad <br />and left no money behind. <br />The miserly tooth fairy <br />thought for a moment. <br />She was saving some money <br />to buy herself a fairy yacht, <br />only it took a lot of teeth <br />to purchase one of them. <br />For her crimes, <br />she was sent to work with Santa’s Elves. <br />She sits in the toy factory <br />banging happily away, <br />because if the truth were known <br />she didn’t want to be a tooth fairy anyway. <br /> <br />5 May 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tightwad-tooth-fairy-called-griselda/
