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Sir Gustopher Leprechaun
Busy from night till Dawn
Tinkering with his machines
Unaware that time has gone
He loved his work so much
Junkers danced to his touch
So did the girls he'd broken
Their hearts with a single touch
His heart belonged to one
Beside her there was none
And when he found the note
He thought he was undone
A folded letter he found
Inside his greasy toolbox
He also found a key
A ring and a purple tux
With fingerless hands
He unfolded the paper
His eyes popped with a plop
He wiped his sweat with sandpaper
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O Gus, Gussy, wherefore art thou, Gussy?
Deny thy bolts and refuse thy wrench
And if thou wilt not, be ready for my fit
And I'll no longer allow a tool kit
'tis but thy craft that is my enemy
Thou art thyself, not just a mechanic
What is a mechanic? It is nor sailor nor tailor
Nor lancer nor financer nor any other work Belonging to a leprechaun. O have a break, babe!
What's in a job? Oddly which we called a dentist
In any other profession would still be a dummy
So Gussy would, were he not Gustopher called, remain that Gypsy perfection which he owned without employment.
Gus, quit thy job, which is no part of thee
And instead, run away with me…
Take all myself…
MARRY ME!!
Forever your duffin
♥️ Barbie Kew ♥️
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Elf Chronicle 2019
FantasyThis book is a daily chronicle of wandering elf events... better known as, elfvents amongst the learned knowers who persist in the knowing of such things.
