With apologies to Henry Livingston, Jr.
‘Twas the night before Spoonmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a louse;
The wood spoons were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that the Spoon Fairy soon would be there;
Miscreants were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of corner-time danced in their heads
And mamma with her big spoon and I with the small
Had just settled down to spank them soundly–all!
When out on the lawn there arose such a loud cry
I sprang from the bench with awful glare in my eye
Away to the window I flew with my spoon
Tore open the shutters and nearly did swoon
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to sweet spoons below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
The Spoon Fairy herself, with jewels and gems dear
With a unicorn and crown, majestic and bold
I knew in a moment all sins would be told
More rapid than eagles her spankings they came
As she smacked, and whacked, and called us by name
“Now, KIRA! Now, SONNA! Now, TALIA and VINA!
Oh, MERDA! Oh AZRA, oh DARI and GINA!
To the corner and bench! to punishment chair!
Now spank away! spank away! spank away, there!
What do you think happens after the Spoon Fairy arrives? Write your own verse!