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Poetry News Post #6026

More (Ballad of the Compulsive)

Written by: Outrider Wynu Indasha
Date: Wednesday, July 19th, 2023
Addressed to: Caefir Yen Jaydde-Stormcrow, Grace Serene


Black dog under pale moonlight
The moon is New at midnight
You can lure a rat with cheese
Tour with scholars wine-dark seas
Roe for me, some roe for you
Row now, Nate, I've things to do!
Take a sceptre from a box
Would you, could you, kill a fox?
This spear, broken, needs repair
Turnips, mangos, wreath and hare
The smell of chocolate from a crate
Disgusting platter (which I ate)
Turn it, push it, light it up
Feed your elders, raise a cup
Aged Greybeard wants his rum
Pearls or oysters? Gimme some
Anise seed or motherwort
Mother Mallard's eggs to sort
Keep on movin', you can't quit
You're a fetcher. Deal with it
Where's the wyvern? Where the skull?
String up pelican, tickle gull
Sing a shanty, recite a verse
Shove the gurney, spare the nurse
Kingfishers, gobies, hornet queens
Panther meat, lycopod greens
Can I help you mend that fence?
Get a bucket from your tent?
Driftwood, branches, metal ore
Serpents swim off distant shore
Hookah filled with mushroom spore
You've seen it all, and you want more

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Ero, in the year 922 AF.


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Poetry News Post #6026

More (Ballad of the Compulsive)

Written by: Outrider Wynu Indasha
Date: Wednesday, July 19th, 2023
Addressed to: Caefir Yen Jaydde-Stormcrow, Grace Serene


Black dog under pale moonlight
The moon is New at midnight
You can lure a rat with cheese
Tour with scholars wine-dark seas
Roe for me, some roe for you
Row now, Nate, I've things to do!
Take a sceptre from a box
Would you, could you, kill a fox?
This spear, broken, needs repair
Turnips, mangos, wreath and hare
The smell of chocolate from a crate
Disgusting platter (which I ate)
Turn it, push it, light it up
Feed your elders, raise a cup
Aged Greybeard wants his rum
Pearls or oysters? Gimme some
Anise seed or motherwort
Mother Mallard's eggs to sort
Keep on movin', you can't quit
You're a fetcher. Deal with it
Where's the wyvern? Where the skull?
String up pelican, tickle gull
Sing a shanty, recite a verse
Shove the gurney, spare the nurse
Kingfishers, gobies, hornet queens
Panther meat, lycopod greens
Can I help you mend that fence?
Get a bucket from your tent?
Driftwood, branches, metal ore
Serpents swim off distant shore
Hookah filled with mushroom spore
You've seen it all, and you want more

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Ero, in the year 922 AF.


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