A purple rabbit instead of a spouse
A tree of birch in which to grouse
Counted among kings,
Now he plays flute and sings
Welcome to the first homely house
With a brother I was blessed
But on the fences was second guessed
If not for this elf
I’d likely have shot myself
So it’s good he came with me to the West
The cleverest of insults whispered under her breath
If you’re late for dinner, it could mean your death
The secret is out
I think I shall shout
The first homely house is run by an elleth
Yet unseen and yet unheard
Yet unnamed and without word
Though I don’t act my age
I am now at a stage
Where another sibling seems absurd