A Very Erik Tail

Disclaimer: I don't know POTO. If I did I'd be Gaston Leroux, and he'd never write this (and he's not a fairie).

The Fairie McFlail,

Did, without fail,

Cause mischief that only magic can entail,

It was so upsetting,

To those whose wits, letting,

Aloud the nymph maid,

To start her charade,

Those she 'helped' said that she tricked 'em,

And that she made them a victim,

Which was true,

And what'll they do,

About the predicament that they slipped in?

Erik sat alone,

He was always that way,

No friends brightened his home,

No granny came to stay,

He wept in sorrow deep,

From his twisted head to his feet,

And he wasn't very happy,

But at least he wasn't sappy!

As he cried, McFlail spied him,

And landed right down,

On the coffee table beside him,

"Why, it lookith to be someone sad,

But my magic will surely make him glad!"

Said the confused sprite,

Interrupting practice for Music of the Night.

"Oh, sir!" Cried McFlail, "What is wrong"
"it is my life's tale," Erik replied, "It's a sad song!"

"Ah," says McFlail, "I can fix it!"

And she gave him a magic,

Green and pink biscuit.

"Eat!" she yelled.

"Alright," he replied,

How it tasted he hasn't telled,

But it 'twas gooey inside.

"Now wish!" cried McFlail,

"I wish I had a happy tale!

One that was joyous,

And high flyin'!"

And so he sprouted a tail,

Of a happy lion.

"There!" said the fairie,

"You're happy, and how?"

"What? You insolent beast!

I'm MUCH worse off now!"

Ok, here it is. The crazed poem. Like it? Hate it? Died after reading it? Let me know, and I'll send my cousin McFlail right over to help! After all, what people don't know is, there were LOTS of fairies all around Erik, Christine and Raoul. They were, of course, my family members and me. Fairies are all around you, you know. Ta-ta!