Poison Berries

Disaster

She took away her tiger
And gift-wrapped a bomb
She released a pixie
And tickled Little Tom,

He opened his jaw and bit
The troll's little toe
Who jumped in alarm and hit
Mama Stute's Plant Grow,

The bottle smashed, fell
And stank on Pixie Daisy's head
She pinched her nose at the smell
Where a flower grew looking quite dead,

The troll massaged his toe
Grinned sheepily at Mama Stute
He found the gift wrapped bomb
Offered it to her as to not be rude,

Mama Stute took the gift
And thanked heaven
That young Disaster
Was not home that day
Afterall it was her who had a knack
Of blowing things away.