Just a little fluff piece. DVerse was asking for englynion, and I thought, “Pssh, I’m old hat at those!” (Except, barring one attempt from a while back and some from more recently, I’m really not.) Then I started thinking about “old hat”, and it turned into thinking about stage magic. Which became this set of three englynion, strung together. I guess it’s a little bit forced, since I did both cynghanedd lusg and englyn unodl union, and had a lot of sound stringing to do, which I still mucked around with. But at least it’s relatively cogent. Just something to keep the digits busy.
Aces of spades, rabbits from hats: I trade
tricks on cue, chew the fats.
Never passed on the fast chats:
wave of the wand, and I’m gone. That’s
the life– but these arts grant no skill with hearts.
Who’ll pull the wool, and shill
for me? You’ll see what I will,
while I await a mate still.
I can’t vanish the enchanted moon: but
bring a smile, and I’ll soon
have its burned coin learned. A rune,
our monogram; “voilà!”, our tune.