The tinkering bell.

[Jerrybaldy]

What can I say to make you leave?
Would it work if I said 'I don't believe'?
All night long, when will you be through?
The dog would attack, but he can't see you.
Enough already, with the your dust of gold
Im flummoxed with fever, feeling old.
Your glitter is no good, for my chesty cough
I'm going to have to... rip your wings off.
Finish performing upon my bedstead,
please piss off to the garden instead.
I reach out to grab you, I bellyflop out of bed
and now your bloody dance, is a ring above my head.

[hillwalker]

At least it's not the Holy Ghost pestering you, so I suppose you should be thankful for small mercies.

I'm not sure if you are on your death bed, or a bit under the weather, but this did make me smile. And the last two lines although hopelessly unmetrical are a fine ending to a fine poem.

H

[Jerrybaldy]

LOL Hill. I put the meter in through saying it at just the right pace in my head. But you are quite right.
cheers
Jerry

[Delta40]

I really feel the weary aging of your Peter Pan persona here Jerry. Very witty and nicely presented.

[neilgee]

I thought it was about Jovannah's Witnesses at the door until I read they were performing on the bedstead!

What is it about if you don't mind me asking?

[Jerrybaldy]

Fairies negligee. Tinkerbell was one. :)
thanks for commenting
Jerry