This board is a release for me, so I'm going to have some fun.

She ducks in a corner,
quack quack quack.
She jests the mourners,
don't ever come back.

She is a dunce,
der nar splat!
Smart only once,
when she bought a wizard hat.

She's forsaken her life,
despair despair despair
Now she's taken a wife,
eew, don't even go there.

She picks wild strawberries,
pick pick pick.
She lives her life merrily,
snicker snicker snick.

But now she crossed the wrong man,
nobody will give her a helping hand.
So she dies,
silently,
alone.

Will you all remember her?
The jester of spring, summer, and fall?
When she lived,
she stood tall.

Up to every villain,
fighting or milling,
around the realm of the mind.


hmm. A little prophecy there maybe? *shrug* whatever. I'm not sure who that's about.
bye now,
Kona

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Phaestian, in the year 244 AF.