#100MonstrousPoems 54: Púca

I’m Púca. and much good that name may do you.
I dare you to define me when I can
Be anything. The master of disguise?
Not even that. I don’t pretend to be.
I am whatever thing I please to be.
I’m Púca, Pooka, Puck. They’re only words
I wear them when I like, and when I don’t
You can’t even conceive.. but go ahead
And tell yourselves you know me. Put me in
your plays and stories. Poems? Sure! I’ll be
Your roguish woodland spirit. Budget Pan?
You’re right. That’s me. Just you keep reading stories.
You won the game. You know me after all!
Else the Puck a liar call…