EIGHTY-FOUR
Where does my master dwell, to-day,
And what does he demand?
Whatever mischief that he asks, good fae,
We must surely command!
And does the wind ask, "Who are you,
To say such an odd thing?"
I'll give no answer, but a clue,
So that my name you must sing.
When as my fellow elves and I ( Read more... )
And what does he demand?
Whatever mischief that he asks, good fae,
We must surely command!
And does the wind ask, "Who are you,
To say such an odd thing?"
I'll give no answer, but a clue,
So that my name you must sing.
When as my fellow elves and I ( Read more... )
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The travelers journeymen will walk and go;
To fool them is a jest amusing,
All the while, laughing, ho ho ho!
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So you're some kind of jester?
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When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl.
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Jokes do not sound so great when you're rhyming,
Maybe it's all a matter of timing.
it's harder to sound so funny ha ha,
When in the iambic pentameter.
That and tricking a horse? Not something I'd be bragging about.
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Just this once, I'll forgive trespass,
I have other places to go.
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And then another, and another, and another,
Until time is through.
But what keeps the lady anchored like a jealous other?
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From my chore, a detour in in order,
A visit from Puck to make your day less sour,
I'll soon be by your border.
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That's if you can find something to rhyme with Rapunzel.
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Well, I'll see what I can do.
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