Winter's Note: I got this poem from my friend 
Kendrick. He apparently snagged it of the 
White-Wolf Changeling forum a year or so ago, 
so the credits for this poem go to the guy in 
the sig. I wish I could do better...

     A point of debate
     Amongst scholars of late
     (Though the issue's been raging some time):
     When choosing a lover
     From one kith or another,
     Which Kith would one find most divine?

     Some say "In a Sidhe
     Is the best place to be,
     For their beauty, they get a high mark."
     But wise Satyrs will know
     From experience though,
     That all kith look the same in the dark.

     An Eshu is bliss
     for an overnight tryst,
     But she'll probably be gone by morning.
     Not so for a Sidhe,
     But between you and me,
     Their proclaimations will soon become boring.

     If you're into muscle,
     And like a good tussle,
     A Troll's passions are hot when ignited.
     But do not slip away,
     And DO send a bouquet,
     For they tend to explode when they're slighted.

     And some say "A Nocker
     Can be quite a rocker
     When looking for someone to play."
     But Nockers have vices,
     And left to devices,
     Find joy the mechanical way.

     Yes, a Nocker's good racking,
     When creativity's lacking
     For they constantly shout out directions.
     But redcaps should be shunned,
     When they nibble for fun
     Since it might very well lead to infections.

     But don't let them be strangers,
     For with their lust for danger
     Nine times out of ten they will thrill you.
     Though don't stick around,
     When a Redcap goes down
     For a flesh wound like that may well kill you.

     A Boggan, when boinked,
     Squeals an ecstatic 'oink!'
     More encouragement need not be added.
     They're quite under-rated:
     They're not easily sated,
     And the pushin's much better when padded.

     A pooka, you know,
     Is the best place to go
     If your fetishes run towards the beastial,
     But you're never quite sure
     If you really did score
     For true compliments may be a bit piecemeal.

     And a Satyr's quite nice
     But you'll find you need ice.
     They might get too enthusiastic.
     When all's said and done
     You'll have much more fun
     With a girl who's strung with elastic.

     For if "To find new positions!"
     Is your type of mission,
     One Kith's got advantages pointed.
     The Sluagh, my friend,
     Are most fun in that end;
     Need I remind you they're all double-jointed?

     And after the fact,
     While you go get a snack,
     Eshus talk off your ear bout some 'Ring Quest'.
     But for sweet talk at night,
     Though without pearly whites,
     A Sluagh's the most cunning of linguists.

     Her tastes are divine,
     This Sluagh of mine.
     She'll lend me an ear all the night.
     And it never offends
     When I party with friends;
     Least I've not heard her cry out in spite.

     Though I may wander,
     From one Trod to another,
     And entertain all with my punning.
     One things for sure,
     When the road gets a bore,
     To my Sluagh I'll come home a'running.

     --Maximillion Sterling, Satyr Wilder