Fairy Mud Hell

 

 

Being a fairy is no easy job, I tell you.  I know the truth. I have been one for years, and hated every moment. Every. Single. Stinking. Moment.

Oh, sure. Some fairies paint flowers, some water lovely green plants. Their primary job is to care for the planet, keeping all plants healthy. 

They flutter around with gossamer wings, whatever gossamer is.

 

Etsy

 

Their soft skin shimmers with a fluorescent glow, their clothing is even cross-stitched with spider webs, and their boots are soft butterfly cocoons. 

                                They even have great hair. Damn them.

My job? My job??  I am the fairy in charge of slugs and carnivorous bugs.  

 

In fact, I am President of Chapter 207 Union of Scavenger Bugs. One assassin bug attacked me, put me in fairy hospital for a week.  Best week of my miserable life, the only best week.

 

If there were even one thing about my job that I loved, that would be wonderful.  But as it stands now, I live in fairy mud hell.


This a re-post-rewritten-upgraded from a "Wednesday Words" challenge for writers to see what they could do with the underlined words back in 2016 again 2019.

I love taking an old post and changing it.  Also, it shows me where I was as a writer. I have no idea what this insect is.  I am hoping it is somewhere else, not near me.

Participating in Wednesday Word challenge is fun. This was created by Delores, who provided bloggers with unrelated words to attack and accomplish. Delores passed the W.W. baton after developing computer problems. The current words can be found at River site. The words she provides are always a fun write.

 

 

The Hell of Middle Age

YouTube, about 6 minutes long

The real Queen's performance of Bohemian Rhapsody is legend. Having watched it months before his death, I was astounded by his voice, piano skills, and range of voice.  So when I found the ladies adapting it by adding words that changed its entire lyrics to fit their needs, I said "I hear you, sisters."

Most men will say, "wut r they sayin'"  But any man who is married or is the son of a woman of any middle years will nod their heads and say "Oh yeah, it is hell. God help me."

I would hope every man reading who knows this to be true, raise your hands.

Rami Said Malek won an Oscar for his performance. He was superb.

WedWords: Fairy Hell

Fairy Lane

Being a fairy is no easy job, I tell you.  I know; I have been one for years, and hated every moment.

Oh, sure. Some fairies paint flowers, some water lovely green plants. Their primary job is to care for the planet, keeping it healthy and green. Those fairies’ skin shimmer with a fluorescent glow, their clothing is cross-stitched with spider webs, and their boots are soft butterfly cocoons.

My job? My job?  I am in charge of slugs and carnivorous bugs.  In fact, I am President of Chapter 207 Union of Scavenger Bugs. One assassin bug attacked me, put me in fairy hospital for a week.  Best week of my miserable life, the only best week.

If there were even one thing about my job that I loved, that would be wonderful.  But as it stands now, I live in fairy mud hell.

The above italicized underlined words above have been provided by Carolyn at Worlds and Words in the weekly Wednesday Words. This Challenge was created by Delores years ago to challenge bloggers to leap out of their genre, using a group of unrelated words to create a poem, prose, whatever. 

These are fun and I always love playing with them.  Post your take in their comment section or at your own site!