About
I speak in Shakespearian lines and rhymes,
If it doesn't make sense, just nevermind.
About me:
Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon and make him smile
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab,
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob
And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
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You know what really hits me in the heart?
When people give me neat art.
: D
Art:
[x] By Sarahaii-chan
[x] By itachifanatic
[x] By Chitose-Mystic04
Journal
No more yielding but a dream
No more yielding but a dream
Signature
Yes I'm the Puck from "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
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