Enter poet, you've been expected.
Did you bring what you were told;
a stick of incense, candles and the chandelier,
enough kindling to fire the stove?
Did you trudge through the swamp and run the course to get to my cottage?
Did you knock persistently as if to kick in the door,
or timidly turn away when no one appeared to answer?
Are you cognizant that Grandma sometimes cross dresses,
and Little Red Riding Hood ain't all she pretends to be?
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