Post by Capt. Morgan on Jul 6, 2007 20:58:23 GMT -5
(with pardons to many more witty poets than I)
'Twas the night before Faire....and all through the Shire....all the creatures were stirring...tho not in muck or in mire...
...For it had not rained in a good fortnight...and the knights were all coughing from the dust during the fight
The faeries were snug...yet too excitied to sleep...so lurking through forest, they howled and they peeped.
The vendors, their carts, their goods were all safe...for Robin Hood was watching despite the Sheriffs' chase
"For he is an outlaw!" he declared with alarm...tho' every good wife and good sir knew he meant no harm.
On the morrow, we'll know...when we walk through the Gate...and we'll cherish each other and know each one's fate
Fellowship and laughter...love and good will...we wish to each other...and with cups, we will fill...
Good drink and good cheer and for each given day...we will bless each other, and as they go on their way...
We will say...Welcome to Avaloch...my home is your home...
We will cherish you all...we are never alone...
So lift up your glass to our humble Shire dear...we greet you with open arms...each time...every year....
'Twas the night before Faire....and all through the Shire....all the creatures were stirring...tho not in muck or in mire...
...For it had not rained in a good fortnight...and the knights were all coughing from the dust during the fight
The faeries were snug...yet too excitied to sleep...so lurking through forest, they howled and they peeped.
The vendors, their carts, their goods were all safe...for Robin Hood was watching despite the Sheriffs' chase
"For he is an outlaw!" he declared with alarm...tho' every good wife and good sir knew he meant no harm.
On the morrow, we'll know...when we walk through the Gate...and we'll cherish each other and know each one's fate
Fellowship and laughter...love and good will...we wish to each other...and with cups, we will fill...
Good drink and good cheer and for each given day...we will bless each other, and as they go on their way...
We will say...Welcome to Avaloch...my home is your home...
We will cherish you all...we are never alone...
So lift up your glass to our humble Shire dear...we greet you with open arms...each time...every year....
: That was fantastic! Very well done.
Cheers, Kat
and was there in spirit...grumble..grumble..
