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.)
