THE WICKED FAIRY AT THE MANGER

The Wicked Fairy at the Manger

My gift for the child:
No wife, kids, home;
No money sense. Unemployable.
Friends, yes. But the wrong sort –
The workshy, women, wogs,
Petty infringers of the law, persons
With notifiable diseases,
Poll tax collectors, tarts;
The bottom rung.

……..His end?
I think we’ll make it
Public, prolonged, painful.

Right, said the baby. That was roughly
What we had in mind.

U. A. Fanthorpe (‘Christmas Poems – BC:AD’, Peterloo Poets) 

(image from http://www.petsgolucky.com/cat-litter-and-pregnancy-the-dangers-of-toxoplasmosis   )

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