MASTER OF MISCHIEF
MASTER OF MISCHIEF He ambles in woods to water his wit and spies a pixie who pipes and jigs. The dulcet notes soar; a gusty wind stills The lime boughs doze; rapt birds perch mute. A silver veil parts; a twisty pen floats Its glow is ruby; its nib spouts tales that swell with puns, wild plots to... Sign in to see full entry.