A Poem

(by Starfire, Princess of Tamaran. Defender of the Faith. Rightful Keeper of the Sacred Shiny Crystal Orb, and also the Rightful Keeper of the Decorative Display Cabinet of the Sacred Shiny Crystal Orb. Minister of Tourism for the Tamaranian Star Empire, War Leader of the Imperial Tamaranian Second Battle Group, and also the Honorary Poet Laureate of the Imperial Tamaranian Second Battle Group.)

This is a poem about my dear good friend, Raven.

Raven is an Azarathean, and is very wise and also quite small.

She wears a blue cloak, and often sits in a scrunched-up manner.

Raven is grey, and enjoys reading.

And now, the poem.

"Dear Friend Raven"

Oh, Dear Raven!

with your delectable cowl

and your diffident scowl

and your upturned elf-nose

and your grey little toes

that wiggle so nice

like a family of mice

dressed up in their

grey Sunday clothes

Where are you going?

Shall I take you out shopping?

To shop is much better

Than sitting, and flopping

What are you doing?

Can I get you some milk?

Shall I find you a boyfriend

of your own bookish ilk?

(I could find her a boyfriend

if you know what I mean

he might be aquatic...

...or neurotic, and green.)