A SATYRical Poem

A point of debate

Amongst scholars of late
(Though the issue's been raging some time):
When choosing a lover
From one kith or another,
Which Kith would one find most divine?

Some say "In a Sidhe

Is the best place to be,
For their beauty, they get a high mark."
But wise Satyrs will know
From experience though,
That all kith look the same in the dark.

An Eshu is bliss

for an overnight tryst,
But she'll probably be gone by morning.
Not so for a Sidhe,
But between you and me,
Their proclaimations will soon become boring.

If you're into muscle,

And like a good tussle,
A Troll's passions are hot when ignited.
But do not slip away,
And DO send a bouquet,
For they tend to explode when they're slighted.

And some say "A Nocker

Can be quite a rocker
When looking for someone to play."
But Nockers have vices,
And left to devices,
Find joy the mechanical way.

Yes, a Nocker's good racking,

When creativity's lacking
For they constantly shout out directions.
But redcaps should be shunned,
When they nibble for fun
Since it might very well lead to infections.

But don't let them be strangers,

For with their lust for danger
Nine times out of ten they will thrill you.
Though don't stick around,
When a Redcap goes down
For a flesh wound like that may well kill you.

A Boggan, when boinked,

Squeals an ecstatic 'oink!'
More encouragement need not be added.
They're quite under-rated:
They're not easily sated,
And the pushin's much better when padded.

A pooka, you know,

Is the best place to go
If your fetishes run towards the beastial,
But you're never quite sure
If you really did score
For true compliments may be a bit piecemeal.

And a Satyr's quite nice

But you'll find you need ice.
They might get too enthusiastic.
When all's said and done
You'll have much more fun
With a girl who's strung with elastic.

For if "To find new positions!"

Is your type of mission,
One Kith's got advantages pointed.
The Sluagh, my friend,
Are most fun in that end;
Need I remind you they're all double-jointed?

And after the fact,

While you go get a snack,
Eshus talk off your ear bout some 'Ring Quest'.
But for sweet talk at night,
Though without pearly whites,
A Sluagh's the most cunning of linguists.

Her tastes are divine,

This Sluagh of mine.
She'll lend me an ear all the night.
And it never offends
When I party with friends;
Least I've not heard her cry out in spite.

Though I may wander,

From one Trod to another,
And entertain all with my punning.
One things for sure,
When the road gets a bore,
To my Sluagh I'll come home a'running.
Contributed by Maximillion Sterling, Satyr Wilder.

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