Post by Elias on Aug 14, 2008 17:44:45 GMT -5
Here is the verse that was composed a la madlib by cast, vendors, patrons, and everybody on the final day of faire. Sorry im late getting this up.
~A Farewell to Avaloch~
Farewell my companions, may squirrel tails be with you. We've had many a drunken time beering and spanking together. The time did fly like a peacock soaring over Devil's Tower. Our times together were more fun than 2387 tigers in a chicken. Now we part ways, sailing off on our ships made of cast iron. But know that I will never forget any of you. I will not forget the red time we defenestrated in Winchester Keep at Catland in Norwegia, nor the time we threw swans at Duke Johnathon Wayneright. But fear not for as sure as stockings kick ass*, we will meet again. Remember me as you look at the spinach as I will remember you when I gaze upon the indefatiguable burlap. I'd fight my way through a horde of rabid squirrels so I could meet you again. And in rough times when confronted by doors, thinking of you will pull me through. So now I say goodbye my friends and may jesters carry you safely to your glen.
*the knight of the round table who suggested this verb originally suggested a different verb of a more xxx nature, that verb being "lick b@lls".
~A Farewell to Avaloch~
Farewell my companions, may squirrel tails be with you. We've had many a drunken time beering and spanking together. The time did fly like a peacock soaring over Devil's Tower. Our times together were more fun than 2387 tigers in a chicken. Now we part ways, sailing off on our ships made of cast iron. But know that I will never forget any of you. I will not forget the red time we defenestrated in Winchester Keep at Catland in Norwegia, nor the time we threw swans at Duke Johnathon Wayneright. But fear not for as sure as stockings kick ass*, we will meet again. Remember me as you look at the spinach as I will remember you when I gaze upon the indefatiguable burlap. I'd fight my way through a horde of rabid squirrels so I could meet you again. And in rough times when confronted by doors, thinking of you will pull me through. So now I say goodbye my friends and may jesters carry you safely to your glen.
*the knight of the round table who suggested this verb originally suggested a different verb of a more xxx nature, that verb being "lick b@lls".
Very well done!
