Forsooth it shone,
In a whither spun land
In the inst of a blink,
the Island of Blest fixed man . . .

In ferreting out, a sprite’s beingness,
hence, the especial dusk lushed,
In a timelessness
...and then man incited an epicure, on the effete of darkness . . .

"Come out, come out, from behind your Ymp tree!
O’ glaring, virtuous beauty
Unearthly . . . fly to me!
With your witty dust dust,
On me, you’ll be
Come out, come out . . .
Come out and dew me!"

On wings of the breezy, a sprite, in a saw through hues
Swift as a titter, she sprinkled her morning jeu
Aurora of the dawn, conjuring in casual glitter
Pomp on a flower, the sprite’s alula’s were in a didder!

Thus so far, rapt resplendently blase
she darted to and fro’ amongst an efflorescent maze
Landing upon whiteness, whereas frenzy downed her,
that little sprite mizzled wist her dusting powder

Come out, come out, from the chroma of your poon
My little tempest imp,
who brawls to incense the wind n’ moon
Come out, come out . . .
Come out, aggress this loon!

Blossoming burst, amid a brightly colored calyx
Petalled in green sepals, she enwrapped his craggy phallus
Hitherto, the sprite, she licentiously flew...
up and down the parterre of the virile, revile woos

The sprite prang up with her wily faerie pith,
maligning him in bind,
with the garland she so writhed
With tepid gales and brilliant brier,
Pixilated profusely,
the sprite then bound his overweening spire

"Come out, come out from your woody evergreen!
O’ being smitten by little curling whorls,
will be found in every preen!
I sing to you the yarning of many a vestal’s myth,
" Yes, you’re the first one,
my sweetness"

...Then the sprite pricketh’d him wist syph

Copyright June 2007
Kimmy Van Kooten