The Night Before Logosmas in the Virtuosi Estate

Twas the Night before Logosmas and all through the Virtuosi,
Not a lone creature was stirring, not even Moselle the humgii.

So I in my serpent's ghost cloak, and Phelia being stark naked,
snuck in the High Artiste's office...because we were kind of baked.

While Phelia rolled on the big desk of her twin sister, (You know, Perl?)
I hung up Havden's latest work and gleefully spun in a twirl.

A bellow echoed through the halls, shaking the walls of the Estate.
"Perl!" Phelia shouted from the desk without stopping her nude prostrate.

"What the heck?" Perl loudly grumbled as she burst through the office door.
Phelia slowly quit her rolling as papers drifted to the floor.

Perl demanded to know just how we passed security measures
To hole up in her office and create mischief at our leisure.

My guilty plea fell on deaf ears as Perl turned to me with a glare.
And oh, what a glare! Her teeth bared! You should have seen her temper flare.

I pointed to the portrait and then I pointed to the white card.
Happy Logosmas, the card read, from your favourite serpent-bard.

Perl looked at the painting of me. And then our Perl began to shout,
"Just get out! Both of you! Go now! Get out. Get OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!"

I reached my hand out to Phelia, and Phelia grabbed up all her clothes.
Sorry to leave out the details. I don't have to say how it goes.

My dreary Logosmas gift tall has a rather sorry moral.
Do not sneak into an office unless you'd like a big quarrel!

Not even when you are playing like are Ironbeard's best elf
And giving your house's leader a lovely painting of yourself.

The End

P.S. Sorry Perl!

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Miraman, in the year 701 AF.