A poem about pesky pixies who pinch and pilfer. Watch out! They wander about, especially at this time of year!
A Tommyknocker knicker nicker came knocking on my door.
It swore it just sold nick-nacks, and wanted nothing more
You’d never have suspected it, standing there so finely suited
What I didn’t realise was…the nick-nacks were all looted!
That little pesky fairy, bag of wares upon his knee
I looked into its treasure trove and what a sight to see!
Knobs and knitting needles, knives, a necklace to adore,
Nine notepads, nine nametags, nine pens and even more!
He stood there in his amazing pair of shiny winklepickers,
But little did I know that all he wanted was my knickers!
I let him in, he gave a grin, then yawned so tired and weary,
He said “Ye couldnae gie me a wee cuppa could ye, deary?”
I turned my back to make a snack, some tiffin and some tea.
But whilst my back was turned, what I didnae see!
Was him nicking all my knickers from every nook and cranny,
But just in time I caught him and cried “Ya wee thievin’ manky fanny!”
I caught him by the scruff and with a swift kick up his bum,
He flew somewhere over the rainbow, I hope to kingdom come!
Copyright Alyson Dunlop
Inspired by this naughty knicker-nicking poltergeist! Click here to read all about it.
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