There’s a fairy—Fairy Nuff
Who sits upon my bathroom shelf,
He’s a most annoying elf.
He strews the room with bits of fluff.
You know his brethren?
According to the Internet
His breed, worldwide, is spreading.
Oh, don’t belief us?
It could be, I suppose,
Blue fibres from our clothes.
Bathroom is a place of donning,
Of pulling up and pulling downing.
But why always BLUE
When I wear white or sometimes rose?
Haven’t as much as one blue collar.
Yet it’s true . . . I learned it at school,
Blue’s considered a fugitive colour.
So there’s the answer:
The BLUE has left us
To join the fluff!