31 May 2012
I went out for a drink today, Just me and Ivy Spear, She's my faerie friend, you see, She's such a little dear.
You could say we have a weakness, When it comes to beer, We lose our inhibitions, And things become less clear.
Dear Ivy's such a lightweight, It's really rather funny, Especially if you find a brew: Of whiskey and faerie honey.
Those three potions mixed as one, Can be my friend's undoing, She'll spend the morning by the loo, I can tell you - she ain't pooing...
Sometimes if I'm lucky, Spear'll shrink me small, And I'll sprout wings all of my own, Won't take a drunken fall.
No matter how inebriated, We always watch our backs, Best friends with a faerie: What every friendship lacks!
Ivy Spear & I. • Opuss № I