At the stroke of midnight, werewolves come alive
sharpening their nails and fangs, so their plans will thrive
Witches too dust off their brooms, mount and start to fly
their features silhouetted by the moon against the sky
Ghouls and ghosts begin to howl, goblins start to shriek
underneath my covers, I dare not take a peek…
Feh! All of this is childish, of course. I don’t believe in ghosts
Yet when I heard my door creak ~ I leaped over my bedpost
Democrats now thanking all the Mullahs
In their eyes, they're hale and jolly fellows ---
But Donald Trump's insane
They all proudly maintain ---
Feh! They won't fight evil 'cos they're yellow
Elaelana- A Nymph In the Forest
Inspired by Charles Amable Lenoir's painting, "A Nymph In the Forest"
Pronunciation:
Elaelana; Eh-lee-LAY-nuh,
Naphesai; Nah-feh-SIGH,
Mylesia; My-lee-SEE-uh
Elaelana, forest goddess, kneels beside the water lilies
Picking dainty, gem-like flowers to adorn her crown of hair;
Borrowed gems from Naphesai, her lovely sister of the daisies,
Flow'rs that thrive in shady woodlands, by the streamlet floating there.
Dressed for nymphean starlit dances in a dress of flowing creamrose;
Flawless slender arms upraised to rearrange the sable strands
Trailing from her Grecian features, pearly white against the gleamrose
Of silent lips, a little pressed, like rosebuds' tightknit ruby bands.
Ready now, so tall and stately, shadowlike drifts thro' the forest,
Joined at length by Mylesia, and her sister, Naphesai:
Elaelana, Mylesia, Naphesai, the sweetest, fairest
Threesome ever seen or heard that sang the nymphish lullabies.