Oblivious Short Stories

Where are you, shrewd and knavish sprite?

Skim milk, gives child and maiden fright.

Famed for dreaded ride at Yule Goat

Claimed his red cap and grayish coat

Help me now please tell me how

Well I do what I do best I do avow

Magic, cheating, the secret path

Wisdom, inspiration is what it hath

I am the one with many of name

As death in curiosity claim

In manhood clad my godhood’s loss.

Although her roads is not to cross.

Faunas grace will drench my life to turn.

And bootless make the breathless housewife churn;

And sometimes makes the no times ale to barm;

Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?

Those that Hobgoblin calls you and sweetest Puck,

You do their work, and they shall have good luck.

If she is she,

Are you not he?

And what on earth will I then be?

(Dedicated to my good friend Will Shakespeare)