Assurance Poem by Dorothy Sinha

'Oh, dear
don't run away in fear
come here
close by, near'

Although my horns are scary!
Trust me, am a fairy!
Please rest in my lair airy
Oh traveller weary!

This club in my hand
A mere ritual of the land
Is as light as feather
Don't worry, Oh brother!

I assure you, still don't trust me?
Need a rap on your knee?
Or a broker shoulder?
My 9 kids and wife still inside, haven't told her!
We'll bite into you
If you still catch the wrong cue! '