*Author's Notes* Well, If you've read AMND According to Puck, then you know who I am. *Hi guys!* Ahem. This collection of poems, (written by me, who else?) is about Puck's tranformations, or Metamorphoses. I just thought this might be an interesting thing to explore, as Puck is a really obscure character in folklore and supersitions. BTW, This is my fifth story! Yay! I might apply for a beta reader now! Anybody have any suggestions? Anywho, time for a *Disclaimer* I don not own Puck *AGGGGHHH!* seeing as Michael Buckley owns this version of him. Ahem. He does not really belong to per se, the people of England and such who made this character up, but I'm giving them credit anyways. Plus Will Shakespeare. Read and review, and enjoy. Thank you very much. *dramatic bow* I bid thee adieu -ThinkChimerical
Metamorphoses
i. Robin Goodfellow
You know,
The name Robin means
Famed.
That's right,
Famed.
Bet Grimm would get a kick out of that.
She'd say
Yeah.
Famed for being an immature freak baby
For four thousand years.
Well, sure.
That's my job.
I'm the Trickster King,
Leader of you lazy slackers out there.
You juvenile delinquents.
Smart alecks.
Pranksters.
And just plain crazies.
So, Famed.
And then there's the Goodfellow part of my name.
I'm not good.
I'm a villain of the very worst kind.
Okay… I'll let you in
On
A
Secret
Not really.
Sure, I spoil the milk
(Heck, I'll chug down that rotten mixture, straight out of the carton.)
I'll even bedevil the cow.
(Yes, Grimm, I did look that one up.)
But, you know,
If you're nice to me
Or smile when you hear my name.
Or don't treat me
Like my parents treated me
Like
I don't even deserve to live,
Or to be a King.
Or go,
Oh, great.
Puck.
I just might leave a gift for you
When
You don't expect it.
An egg, when you're hungry.
Maybe a spark when you can't light the fire one day
A push on the swing when you can't go high enough.
(Just hold on tight- you might fly off.)
I can protect you.
Help you.
Offer a smile,
Make you laugh
When
You're
Down.
But still,
I just
Can't
Stop
Tricking people.
It's hard wired into my brain.
So, I'm nice.
But, watch out.
I can give both a one time.
Help,
And harm.
So, Robin means famed.
I'm famed.
Whenever someone says
Say, you know Robin Goodfellow?
The one who
spoiled
the
Milk and
Stole
The
Clothes
From the wash line?
The one who made me lose my sheep
And
The
One
Who dumped garbage on my head?
The one who left me a gold coin
To pay the landlord?
That disappeared
An hour after he got it?
The one who led my Billy astray?
And
Led him
Back again?
Twice as dirty
But happier because he found
Ranger?
His dog?
I bet you a million dollars that
Someone
Will
Say
Yeah, I know him.
It makes me smile.
But don't tell the Grimms.
Because
Then
I might
Be
Out
Of a job
As a villain
Of the worst
Kind
And Sabrina
Would be all over me
Girls like that Boy Scout
Goody two-shoes thing.
(Or is it that bad boy thing?)
Anyways,
Yuck.
My name is Robin.
Goodfellow.
Don't forget it.
Did you know
It
Means
Famed?