A/N: I wanted to apologize in advance because I wrote this about two years ago and I know it's awful. I have little to no knowledge of the proper poetry formats, so it will mostly likely annoy anyone who knows what they're doing. The only reason I am putting this up is because I felt bad reading the other stories and not contributing. My ability writing actual stories is worse than my poetry, and I really didn't want to subject anyone to that. Oh, and i don't own the character Puck or anything from Shakespeare or Gargoyles.
Puck
I watch the mortals run 'round and 'round,
So arrogant and self-assured,
Convinced of their superiority;
I like to make them squirm.
They come like pups to their master's knee,
And I indulge them with some tricks.
But whether those tricks please them or me
Is another matter entirely.