The Note (mini story)

Warning:
Read at your own mental health risk.
I started reading humorous poets, who shall remain
nameless for obvious professional security protocols,
rules of the trade and per our secret hand shake.
They’ve inspired me and raised my energy.
I warn, laughter can be contagious as well as craziness.

I had noticed that my funny bone had increased,
my humerus suddenly felt more developed.
I was rather intrigued as to how or why?
Please let me relate in the following brief explanatory tale.

I was half asleep one night when I noticed a plump fairy
tapping my head gently with her magic wand
as she whispered in my ear
“Child your wish has been granted…”
I was like, what the heck! am I dreaming or…?
I forgot all about this, some time latter I starter noticing my
heart felt lighter and I started displaying a childish silliness
I found this humor rather infantile…but could not contain.

One day while changing sheets I noticed a note
that had fallen behind my headboard, it read as follows:

Dense, I mean Dennis or Danny what ever…
sorry for being so late, but I couldn’t find your place,
tell your parents to make the house numbers larger.
I couldn’t see straight, had a hang over and.. never mind…
I’ve granted your wish, you can be the class clown like you’ve asked.
Well, that’s it, I guess! be a good boy, eat your veggies,
brush your teeth and all that good stuff nice boys should do.
Sincerely,
Imma Foureyes
your loca-l Tooth Fairy.

P.S. pick-up after your pet, I think I stepped on…

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