Dead Poets Society Forum THE STORY OF MY SYLPH

THE STORY OF MY SYLPH

I used to know a silph

Who knew not that I knew

That she was oh so tender

And always had to go

You waken feeling clammy

And think it must be your friend

Your shirt tail`s dry

This could not be you

You stomp your foot to wake her

Feeling really out of sorts

When she gives you that Silf like

Look your anger then departs

You lift the covers for a peek

And nearly drop with fright

For underneath is a little silf

All wet and curled up tight

The moral to this story

Is never doubt your mate

For if you value friendship

Don`t question her fluid state

----- Eagle Cruagh