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Hodge-podge poetry

 
 
fortune
 
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Reply Mon 2 Aug, 2004 03:14 pm
A lass (name of Molly)
With wicked dark eyes
And a pair of sharp daggers
Strapped to her pale thighs
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fortune
 
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Reply Mon 2 Aug, 2004 03:16 pm
(I thought Oak should at least get a chance at a love-interest!)
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Clary
 
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Reply Mon 2 Aug, 2004 04:07 pm
(so did I, hence the barmaid...)
She tossed her black curls
And flashed her dark eyes,
Said 'It's Oak, by my troth -
Well, what a surprise!'
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fortune
 
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Reply Mon 2 Aug, 2004 04:16 pm
Oak puffed out his chest,
Tried to look debonair
(It's not hard to impress
When fresh from drakes lair)
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Scarlettmarsden
 
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Reply Tue 3 Aug, 2004 02:50 am
With a flash of her cleavage
His eyes popped straight out
And with a tip of his stool
Thrown back with a shout
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Clary
 
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Reply Tue 3 Aug, 2004 03:52 am
He got to his feet
With an unmanly blush
Said 'I must go'.
She said 'What's the rush?'
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fortune
 
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Reply Tue 3 Aug, 2004 11:34 am
She drew him aside
And with tenderest care
She plucked out a spider
Which had caught in his hair
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Clary
 
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Reply Tue 3 Aug, 2004 04:13 pm
She ran her cool fingers
Down his doublet (outside)
And asked him quite boldly
If he'd chosen a bride.
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fortune
 
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Reply Tue 3 Aug, 2004 04:26 pm
Oak stuttered and stammered,
Was quite at a loss,
He'd forgotten his meeting
With his erstwhile boss
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Clary
 
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Reply Sat 7 Aug, 2004 05:50 am
Those cool searching fingers
Were turning to steel
He couldn't escape -
How did that make him feel?
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drom et reve
 
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Reply Sat 7 Aug, 2004 06:19 am
Seemingly stuck
With this strange femme fetale,
He thought that his boss'
Reaction'd be lethal.

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fortune
 
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Reply Sat 7 Aug, 2004 01:54 pm
But the wizard (it seems)
Was quite non-existant,
Twas Molly who'd sent Oak
To drakes lair so distant!
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drom et reve
 
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Reply Sat 7 Aug, 2004 02:52 pm
'Faith, 'twas I all along'
as she said with a smile;
But beneath the joy brought,
Lay, for Oak, a new trial.
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fortune
 
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Reply Sat 7 Aug, 2004 03:25 pm
The terrible dragon
Was merely a test,
To find a true hero,
And only the best
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drom et reve
 
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Reply Sat 7 Aug, 2004 03:59 pm
There is someone far worse
That brave Oak must confront;
A peculiar man
By the name of Sir Grunt.


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fortune
 
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Reply Sun 8 Aug, 2004 03:37 am
Sir Grunt was a warlord
Of the very worst kind,
He was vicious, tyrannical,
A truly warped mind!
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Clary
 
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Reply Sun 8 Aug, 2004 03:42 am
He dwelt in East Finchley
Near the Northern Line tube
He stroked his striped cat
As he sucked a jujube.
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drom et reve
 
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Reply Sun 8 Aug, 2004 03:48 am
'You must fight him, brave Oak,
Or I won't give my love,
As Sir Grunt is the man
Sent my father above.'



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fortune
 
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Reply Sun 8 Aug, 2004 04:00 am
Now Molly was no faint-heart,
She'd courage to spare,
But for reasons her own
To fight Grunt she'd not dare
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drom et reve
 
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Reply Sun 8 Aug, 2004 04:08 am
Ywis, foolhardy 'twould be
Although Molly was brave,
Because Grunt wished to send
All her folks to the grave.


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