There once lived a naiad
A bit short a bit stout
Her hair all up in a braid
Her hair all up in a pair
She was cheery
To the ones closest to her
Yet was dreary
Once they were farther
And dance she did
And sing and enchant
All the men
And women of the land
Yet stuck was she
In a dreary sleep
Inside her mind
A pool too deep
And then she met
Another like her
A dreary man
Drooping and deadpan
He wore a hat
Of dragon leather
A shirt of fleece
As soft as heather
People looked on
With jealousy and spite
At this man who had
Everything they might
Yet he too
Was somber inside
And nothing could ever
Cheer his sorry hide
Yet as they met
The naiad saw
A fellow in need
A person she understood indeed
And so they did
Strike up a conversation
And talked for hours
And hours on end
For the feelings inside
Were too numerous
To talk about in a lifetime
Yet to their best they did
And as the years passed
They talked and talked
The people thought them senile
A man gone mad through denial
And came a day when the reaper called
And this somber man became appalled
He still had too much to say
Yet time was not his slave
So thought he did
In the last of his days
And then finally
Said " thank you dear naiad"
And fell finally dead.
