Kynance

The Gnawing of Kynance Sennen.

Kynance Sennen liked to chew,
He’d chomp down on trees, and chew on his sheet,
But his favourite items to chew, were the nails on his hands and his feet.

‘If you carry on biting them,
You’ll be in for a shock’ His Auntie and Uncle often did bleat,
‘The nail fairy will be in here to chop off your hands and your feet!’

They tried lotions and potions,
They painted it on, and added gloves and mittens,
But still he persisted though them all till his nails he’d bitten.

They tried straight jackets,
And even tried tying him down,
But he’d chew through that too and even his iron clad eiderdown.

One day he admired,
A nail he’d been saving, there on his left foot.
He started to chew, suddenly a bang and a clap and a fairy now stood.

A glint in his eye,
An expression of anticipation and an axe in his hand.
‘Hmmmmm,’ he exhaled. The boy looked up at where the fairy did stand.

‘You didn’t head the warnings child, you know what I’ll do.’
‘I don’t believe those stupid stories, your not real.’
‘Oh really’ it replied, and with one swift chop – off came his foot, toes – the lot.

‘I’ve still got another’ Kynance sneered.

Chop.

‘Not anymore!’ the fairy leered.

‘I’ve still got my hands.’

Chop chop.

‘I regret to inform you, you’ve lost them as well.’

And with that the fairy disappeared leaving a faint smelly foot like smell!

Poor Kynance Sennen, he should have listened and learned.
He’d chewed his last nail and paid the price.
And so he was left in his room, amongst the dust and the mice.

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