Dead Poets Society Forum THE STORY OF MY SYLPH

Eagle Cruagh

THE STORY OF MY SYLPH 8 Years Ago I used to know a silph Who knew not that I knew That she was oh so tender And always had to go   You waken feeling clammy And think it must be your friend Your shirt tail`s dry   This could not be you   You stomp your foot to wake her Feeling really  out of sorts When she gives you  that Silf like Look your anger then departs   You lift the covers for a peek And nearly drop with fright For underneath is a little silf All wet and curled up tight   The moral to this story Is never doubt your mate For if you value friendship Don`t question her fluid state   ----- Eagle Cruagh