Gargamel’s Lament

Deep in his lair with a scowl and a sneer, Gargamel grumbled, "They're still not here!" He plotted and paced, he ranted and swore, Yet Smurfs slipped away like they had before. Azrael yawned, unimpressed with the plan, Another bad scheme from a not-so-great man. "Turn them to gold? Make Smurf stew?" But every attempt just fell right through! He set up a trap with a cunning disguise, Dressed as a granny with twinkling eyes. But Smurfs just laughed and skipped away, Leaving him fuming the rest of the day. He brewed up a potion, bubbling and blue, Chanting a spell—then POOF! He flew! Straight through the chimney, out to the trees, Landing face-first with a swarm of bees. So Gargamel sighs, as he always must, His dreams of victory crumbling to dust. For no matter the trick, the chase, or the strife, The Smurfs will outsmurf him—such is his life!