Fake Fairy

Last morning in a hazy fit
Mosquitoes biting, turtle lit
I met with the fairy of good wishes
Who came in a flurry of white swishes.

Through the window she flew
And to my shoulder she drew,
Stood, and then demanded, soft and slow
If I had a want, or a vision to let her know.

In truth I was sleeping, mildly bugged
And my mind like ever slogged and slugged;
But at last, after waking a couple of times
And killing mosquitoes, I hit rewind.

What I wanted and wished, was for me
My people, and a certain frog-eyed she;
What I wanted and wished, was for me
And them to forever in wellness be.

I said as much, and the angel departed
Quickly, frowning, as if a dog had farted;
And then as I slipped into a dreamless sleep,
I knew she was fake, and I had promises to keep.