An Entrance Made
I am that shrewd and knavish sprite,
Thy merry wanderer of the night,
Robin Goodfellow, sweetest Puck,
And to the wise I shall bring luck.
Yet keep your wit and watch your trail
For, if you’ve heard my grandest tale,
You know but one midsummer’s dream
And I am more than I might seem.
But as the poet wagged my tongue,
Shakespeare’s words by likeness sung,
Good day, good night, good hour’s peak.
I bow to you until we speak.
Typist: *sleep deprived eye-twitch* He wouldn't let me fall asleep until he had his introduction posted. Not that I can even understand his introduction at this hour. Bah. >_O *sighs and collapses into bed*
Thy merry wanderer of the night,
Robin Goodfellow, sweetest Puck,
And to the wise I shall bring luck.
Yet keep your wit and watch your trail
For, if you’ve heard my grandest tale,
You know but one midsummer’s dream
And I am more than I might seem.
But as the poet wagged my tongue,
Shakespeare’s words by likeness sung,
Good day, good night, good hour’s peak.
I bow to you until we speak.
Typist: *sleep deprived eye-twitch* He wouldn't let me fall asleep until he had his introduction posted. Not that I can even understand his introduction at this hour. Bah. >_O *sighs and collapses into bed*