I am wondrous!
A sane person thinks me mad.
Ha! But then again, the insane
will think I am sane.
I have fooled all of them.
I have even fooled myself.
Which is not easy.
Considering I am so intelligent. Yes?
Last night the dancing was....Ahhhhh!
Given the company there.
A boring little affair.
I invited myself to.
Well, up until Ansel swooned when
he spied a bug....dead...on his
half eaten cake.
All eyes were on him.
I can be such a Pixie at times.
He never saw me as I came
up behind and plopped the poor bug on.
Oh, but the music.
Exquisite to my ears. I heard
every not. Preternatural hearing
is such a grand thing to have.
Young Miss Silversmyte did come
to dance with me twice.
Such a lovely throat. Had I not
eaten early on, she would have made
a sweet treat.
Oh, but how I danced.
Not a step was out of place.
I was superb.
Several dance partners I had.
Why. They were waiting in line.
I think I am drunk on my
own grace and powers.
The sun is coming.
"Tis time for me to retreat,
and sleep the sleep of the dead.
I wonder. Do I dream?
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 6:05 PM UTC
I am wondrous!
A sane person thinks me mad.
Ha! But then again, the insane
will think I am sane.
I have fooled all of them.
I have even fooled myself.
Which is not easy.
Considering I am so intelligent. Yes?
Last night the dancing was....Ahhhhh!
Given the company there.
A boring little affair.
I invited myself to.
Well, up until Ansel swooned when
he spied a bug....dead...on his
half eaten cake.
All eyes were on him.
I can be such a Pixie at times.
He never saw me as I came
up behind and plopped the poor bug on.
Oh, but the music.
Exquisite to my ears. I heard
every not. Preternatural hearing
is such a grand thing to have.
Young Miss Silversmyte did come
to dance with me twice.
Such a lovely throat. Had I not
eaten early on, she would have made
a sweet treat.
Oh, but how I danced.
Not a step was out of place.
I was superb.
Several dance partners I had.
Why. They were waiting in line.
I think I am drunk on my
own grace and powers.
The sun is coming.
"Tis time for me to retreat,
and sleep the sleep of the dead.
I wonder. Do I dream?
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