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Once upon a time
There was a man
Who lost his job
And his home
And his car
And he slept under a tree.

Simpleton that he was,
He never gave thought
To asking the oak's permission.

But the majestic old tree,
Being wise in its great age,
Suffered the unlucky human
To lie there in grateful repose
Between two of its massive,
Outspreading roots.

And there were visitors,
Unseen and unheard
By the man but who,
For their own secret reasons,
Took an interest in him.

So these playful beings
Found a way to indulge
Their sense of mischief
Whilst helping the man
Avoid further calamities
To his person.

The woods where he slept,
You see, were privately kept,
And others like himself would,
On occasion,
Pass close by that spot.

Well, the man was of a mind
To sleep well past the dawn.
But the toilers began
Their day early, so it would
Be only a short march of time
Before their paths
Would finally cross.

So the task at hand
For the imps
Or the elves
Or the ghosties
Or the faeries
Lay in devising clever ways
Of rousing the man
Without ever revealing to him
Their own true nature.

Once, for example, they bounced a
Large, round, feather-light something
Off the side of his sleepy head.
It felt like a giant nerf ball but was
Nowhere to be seen immediately after.

On another occasion, they directed
A friendly little toad
To land with a thud within inches
Of his horizontal face.

But in other instances
They acted more boldly;
Tickling his hair,
Grabbing him by the shoes,
Or yanking on an elbow.

The only time he thought to ignore
Such a silent sort of
"By yore leave, yer slumberin' Grace",
He only just avoided a confrontation
With some early-morning workers.

But Serendipity finally intervened,
And after the passage of a fortnight or so,
This man's situation changed yet again,
And he no longer had to sleep upon the earth.

But a peculiar thing occurred, you see.
Being accustomed to regular attention from
His entertaining unseen guardians,
The man found himself unwilling to return
To the bland comforts of a regular bed.

And thus it was only by
Withdrawing their favors
That they compelled him to
Quit that place for good.

And then, reluctantly, with yet
Further pointless delays,
I finally said my goodbyes
And left that place as I found it.
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