A Proposal

With coal-dusted hands you handed me
The most wonderful present an Imp can see
Tick-tick-tick, it goes inside
A giftbox with a present to hide!

"Naughty Imp!" you say to me
To this I laugh with obvious glee
Tick-tick-tick, what does it hide?
My giftbox with a BOMB inside!

A belly laugh you give to me
Flintbeard, will you Marry ME?
It will be a joyous ride
Making all the good boys and girls run and hide!


In mischief,
Impress Ansidia Qizzeke

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 1st of Chakros, in the year 485 MA.