Disclaimer: None of these characters or situations is mine. They belong to an dead white man. Do I look like a dead white man to you?
There once was a time when we met on hill, in dale, forest or mead…by paved fountain, or by rushy brook, or in the beached margent of the sea…but alas, those days are gone, replaced by the times of mermaids singing on dolphins back as cupid shoots flowers…
But, of course, I am making no sense. My dear friends, let me elaborate.
I am an entity unknown to any. Some say I am Oberon. Some call me Lysander. Still others have named me Puck. But you know, my friends?
I am none.
Alas, I am the child of such a triangle. The noises still haunt me in the night, the sounds of my parents…be careful of threesomes, children.
And please, don't get me started on foursomes…I still recall that one time…with Hermia, Helena, Titania, and Hippolyta….that's how my love was made.
She is as round as the full moon, with eyes as dull as an ox's. Her straggling, dirty brown hair frames a face fattened with sweetmeats, and those pudgy hands gently caress-
What's that? Yes, of course I've seen that flower. Yes, that's the one Cupid shot – what are you getting at?
Isn't this simply the course of true love?
A/N: Ok, ok...this isn't a serious fic...I'm sorry xD I had to, I HAD to!! I love you, Brenna This was simply all a joke...
Love you all xD
-Nightsnake