Who are you,
The water hound,
Whose upward bound.
Irish mythos for the win,
Dragons have nothing on his kin,
Seriously, don’t say anything about a selkie,
Or I’ll have to tell Aunt Melkie.
To my new short story,
There’s nothing to cause you worry,
My genius will see me through,
Even if my dialogue’s a little mew.
I can’t believe he took the cat,
Now how will I kill the rat?
Ryan S. Kinsgrove