I was sitting peacefully on the cute wooden bench on the beach
Happy like everything I’d ever wished for was well within reach
The reason for this was not far to seek, for, against all odds
I had unknowingly managed to park myself on the magical bench of the Norse Gods
This was the bench, you see, on which Loki used to sit in Class Four
But when the class teacher gave the bench to his brother Thor, Loki could take it no more
He had been fine with his brother getting more sweets from their mother
And he was even OK with their father treating him as if he was the son of another
But his bench had always been his, to be sat on in any fashion or style
It was on this very bench that he had practiced and mastered his evil smile
So when the teacher allotted the bench to his new favourite student
Little did he know that it would be the genesis of many a catastrophic event
This led to the brothers’ first fight ever, and an enmity that would last a life-time
To get back at Thor for the bench, Loki would not balk at committing any crime
But during all the conspiracies and fights, in Asgard or on Earth
Everyone seemed to have forgotten the bench’s true worth
For the Norse God Loki’s love for the bench, and his longing, had rubbed off on it
It transferred great magic, ancient and awesome, if only one could locate it and sit
And that is why, dear readers, while you can see the pretty girl in the pink jacket, and a slight tan
Try as hard as you like, you cannot see the one sitting next to her, yours truly, The Invisible Man
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