The Ironing Fairyby Louise and Suzanne Kelman
I have myself an ironing fairy,
who appears when given the sign,
like the basket spilling over
and the voices starting to whine
''Mom, is my blue shirt ironed?''
''These trousers could sure use a pleat.''
He starts to iron like crazy,
with vigor he turns up the heat.
Yes, my fairy is indeed a male
dressed in a full tutu with glitters and stars
As I stretch out watching Oprah
He irons my knickers and bras
He's finished and he's worked like crazy
You can hardly see him for steam
When suddenly I awake from my slumber
and realize it's all been a dream
Originally published in Big Purple Undies.