Ode To The Tooth Fairy

Today I woke up to an e-mail commenting a previous post: "not a poetic nor literary sounding word in the least". I won't reveal who wrote this, but I may or may not have come from her womb. So, without further ado, the poem I wrote for you---

I wish Santa existed

A weight would be lifted

We would all believe in magic

And be a little less lethargic

Unemployment is through the roof

And most are just aloof

What is the world coming to?

The metro smells like poo

We want straight hair

And life to be fair

But really her boobs are fake

And you just need to say ‘for heavens sake’!

We want to be moms

Plus inventors of the CD-ROM

To be married and rich

But certainly not a bitch

Fun is most needed

But my pants are pleated

Our careers are important

I wish I was clairvoyant

This poem is over

It's better that a four leaf clover

It's time for bed

My pillow to my head