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5 posts. Alias of Mairkurion {tm}.


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IT
was
in
and
about
the Martinmas time,
When the green leaves were a falling,
That Sir John Græme, in the West Country,
Fell in love with Barbara Allan.

He sent his man down through the town,
To the place where she was dwelling:
“O haste and come to my master dear,
Gin ye be Barbara Allan.”

O hooly, hooly rose she up,
To the place where he was lying,
And when she drew the curtain by,
“Young man, I think you’re dying.”

“O it’s I’m sick, and very, very sick,
And ’tis a’ for Barbara Allan:”
“O the better for me ye’s never be,
Tho your heart’s blood were a spilling.

“O dinna ye mind, young man,” said she,
“When ye was in the tavern a drinking,
That ye made the healths gae round and round,
And slighted Barbara Allan?”

He turned his face unto the wall,
And death was with him dealing:
“Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
And be kind to Barbara Allan.”

And slowly, slowly raise she up,
And slowly, slowly left him,
And sighing said, she coud not stay,
Since death of life had reft him.

She had not gane a mile but twa,
When she heard the dead-bell ringing,
And every jow that the dead-bell gied,
It cry’d, Woe to Barbara Allan!

“O mother, mother, make my bed!
O make it saft and narrow!
Since my love died for me to-day,
I’ll die for him to-morrow.”


Lilith wrote:

Blargle fhlarhghal ftaghn. Rassafrassin' ummygumjimmy.

...That is all.

Ah...I see you are familiar with my Blarglic Ode #4. Charmed!


There once was a glowing old skull
That shined till it went rather dull.
When it went to the doc,
It received quite a shock:
Seems the charge in its noggin was null!


Why thank you, ma dear!

And as a cunning linguist, I take the Thing with the unfortunate dental condition to be saying he comprehends my compositions with joy.

Clearly this is a discerning crowd. Let the Poetry Slam of the Sea Dragons begin!

As Poet Draconic, I shall read first.

::Clears throat with prolonged and voluminous reverberations::


The Thing from Beyond the Edge wrote:
Mairkurion {tm} wrote:

You appear to have something in your eye.

Which reminds me of something I know that Sebastian doesn't know.

That last bit confuses me. :confused:

Confused, well, perhaps some poetry will fix that.

Let me sing you the Lay of Sebastian and the Plush Pony:

Sebastian one day
Received surprise most fey
A likeness of his own avvy!

But alas his brain
Was in very great pain
Of sender he was not savvy!