Song

The meteoric rise of the Elf Queen is well-known,
well-known!
to all the scholars at the College.

And of the story of her demise all are apprised:
it's common knowledge.
Common knowledge!

Oh, surpassing sad is the Elf Queen's tale--
it wasn't that she was lazy.
She ran after an errant quail and
tripped over a daisy.

She tripped over a daisy!

God's second thoughts

Because I did not see you at the store
I bought only a few seeds. Then I walked
to the paths by the river where the thin
natives scrape out a living, fishing when
the need moves them. I didn't see them there--
their huts were empty--I guess they were in
hiding, but what harm would I do to them?
I wanted to drop some seeds in the midst
of their bleak habitat though chances were slim
something--what I don't know--would take root,
sprout, and--for good or ill--grow. I took them
from the bin that said: "Seeds, not much good, old
+ what kind uncertain." Don't worry though!
While they could well be seeds of destruction,
I kept them in my pocket, unused, dry,
not wanting to screw with the perfection
of what we'd set in motion years ago.

Triumph over an Elf

I played golf with an elf and I beat him.

Cat Food

We buy our cat food where Michelle and Barack buy their cat food!

Two thoughts

Let go, let Google.

+++

Talking to myself, I realized I was the best chimpanzee in my group.

Beware, houseplants!

Beware, houseplants! I've heard what you're saying
behind my back, they'll be no more playing
tricks on me, trying to put ticks on me
and pursing smirking, greenish lips at me--
"We're only plants, we mean no harm," you cry,
but spend a night or two--or three!--outside,
you'll wish that you'd behaved like civil plants
and, if you had, I'd take you to the dance
tonight, but no! bad houseplants should know it's
time out for plants until further notice.

As important as sunlight and water
is the need for all plants to be proper.

Art Song

I would like to Xerox a portion of your gnome,
though by no means the whole thing for I am too often prone
to take things to extremes.

Yes, I'd like to photocopy a segment of your dwarf--
and, lifted from life, just a portion will suffice.
Just a little portion of your dwarf would be nice.