THE TEABAG FAIRY

THE TEABAG FAIRY

I am the mishcief maker

And do all those troublesome things

But I am quick to fly away

On tiny gossamer wings.

If the string breaks on your teabag

Then I am probably around

And if the tea bag falls back in

Look and I am sure to be found.

When the teabag dribbles on the table

And frustration settles right in

If you look around I will be hiding

You know that you can't win.

I am always in "hot water"

For trouble is my name

But it is with the teabag

That I have made my fame.

When the teabag is too hot to handle

And you quickly drop it down

I shall be hiding and smiling,

Even though YOU wear a frown.

I am not really naughty

Just mischevious you see

For I am never very far away

When you have your cup of tea.

© Linda J. Vaughan

The Pages of Avalon.