Photo: Aziz Acharki —


A fanfare heralds my noble arrival,

some bow down, some bolt for survival.

A few in the know have devilish grins,

that I’m your prince and princess hobgoblin.

A sword of wit, a bizarre sense of fun

nimble Ninja, crouched with a water gun.

Never an infant, never old or mature

bold, clever, shrewd, a little devil for sure.

Master of fools, disguise and mystery

a mistress of twists and turns of trickery.

Am I a boy or a girl? Yes I’m known as Puck,

shout my name thrice if you feel moonstruck.

Catch me where the horizon meets the sky

at the edge, in the shadows, out the corner of your eye.

I’m a cheeky rascal a diabolical knave,

on a mission to trip and scupper the brave,

to reveal your passion or annihilating rage

keep you trapped or release you from your cage.

Puck! Puck! Puck!

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