MIDSUMMER

                 It’s midsummer and the fairies are abroad                
                 All doing service to their amiable god
                 By casting pixie dust in youthful eyes
                 Inciting ardent passions to arise
                 Which well accords with Cupid’s spritely plan
                 That none shall scape his charms—woman nor man
                 But all be captivated, held in thrall
                 No matter how the object may appall
                 The eyes of those with ordinary sight,
                 So even a jackass may cause delight
                 Until the spell be broken and the truth appear
                 That she has made a monster her own dear—
                 Thus was Tiitania herself beguiled
                 By Cupid who her innocence defiled.

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