Quizmatic Lunatic!

Quizmatic Lunatic!
By Quizmo LaGrande

Lunatic, the proper word,
For friends the likes of me.
A testament of virtue,
The world not due to see.

The wizards named me Quiz, of sorts,
Casting, spelling pleasant plots,
The base of which is minus
What most people have forgot.

To trolls, and other lowly life,
In nightmares you belong.
Garnish someone else’s dream,
Be gone! The scent is wrong!

I sing a song of nonsense,
A pocket full of flies,
A dash of derring-duo
For cheering up your style.

A goodly dose of cynic,
A portly pot of guile,
A common ordinary slug
To brighten up one’s smile.

Mix misery and cunning
With a spoon of feathered dove,
Simmer for an hour
Drink the lot, then fall in love!

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