Dead Poets Society : Forum : THE STORY OF MY SYLPH


5 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