Devil

                A  boydevel’s littlel. His chair is morass.
                He is a lyric but  hearing the  froggy mess.

                Beside him his bride like a sign ”status quo” ,
                the witness of reading – the abbot Prevo.

                The little  boy,  devil,  was afraid for a while,
                the eyes of the girl  having him in her file!

                The little boy,devil, do you cry for naiads?   
                Nowhere their answers, no rhymes of ballads.
               
                Only   the ”Bengals”  like coins   clink,   
                what are you going to do and to  think?

                Who is the shadow that covered  the unseen?
                He is embracing  the bush  like a win.

                “ Where  are you, dear?” The wedding is dismissed. 
                only naiads weren’t in the prymary list?

                The little boy,  devil, had  heard your voice   ? 
                That is a finish  of playing with toys..