every year it's the same fardling thing
calliope or one of her sisters
comes visiting to beg a favor.
"i'm dangling this one interesting painter
working on a fairy theme
and he/she/it needs inspiration."
i'd take less afront
if their charges didn't all seem to think
we cavorted around unarmed and naked.
seriously,
do you know how many critturs
EAT things our size?
not to mention metabolism -
i simply don't have
extra calories to burn
just to generate heat
to humor some wretched 'artist'
who thinks we look better nude.
if they weren't goddesses
and i wasn't two inches tall
i'd turn her down in two seconds flat
but at my size
it's bad luck to tick off
occassionally useful biggers.
so, for love of
whichever cursed muse you claim,
at least leave me a thimble or three
of hot sugar water occasionally
and just /maybe/ i'll lose that
"stop bloody staring at me
before i bludgeon you with a hat pin"
eye glint that's giving you conniptions
to paint around.
just a thought.
Adding your comment:
I loved it, this one's a winner for sure! 
