A Krutsinger

A krutsinger’s a banshee bard who wards off Dends from in her yard, a place that’s filled with sprites and gnomes and tiny little hobbit homes. Her observations, somewhat skewed - hilarious, but never crude. The source, it seems, does me elude, but from her pores, they do exude (I hope that she won’t find me rude.) So I suggest we name a form, and let the krutsinger be born. Just take a thought, however strange, and with your pen then rearrange into a sprawling raucous rhyme, insert non sequiturs like ‘lime’. In truth, the lines should be a good bit longer, for as they grow, a krutsinger gets stronger. Delightful rhymes, these, in the whole - a bit like playing whack-a-mole. One never knows who one meets there: a witch, a frog, a talking bear. So sit down with a favored cup; another batch is freshly up!