But what luck! Here's Puck to roil the muck!
Puck: Anne, you fool. It's the last day of school! Break every rule! Bend every tool!
Anne: Puck, I'm stuck. No job, out of luck. School's the fort of last resort.
Puck: Oh, that's dreary. Makes me weary. Now now, Annie, don't get teary.
Anne: Sorry, Puck. I've lost my pluck. And still I've got to make a buck.
Puck: O may the fae come save the day! We just must find another way!
Anne: Lead on, o sprites, be guiding lights, send wishes on these shortest nights.
Puck: O, would you look? Anne wrote a book! And what a long, long time it took.
Anne: Puck, it's fiction with no friction. Publishers rejected it, agents have ejected it.
Puck: So you gave in? Now that's a sin. Please try again, you will well win.
Anne: Alert the fae, I'm in the fray. I'll put the novel back in play.
Puck: Either way you will go gray. So live a bit. What do you say?
Anne: I say it's Miller time.
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS