Post by Master of Tacos on Feb 21, 2021 2:10:10 GMT -5
After a week of voting, with a turnout of 12 votes, we have ourselves a winner for the February 2021 Poet Laureate contest.
Join me in congratulating Aersoldorf on their victory with Entry #2:
Untitled
‘Twas long ago, both cold and dark,
The sun had slipped away,
Patrons thru my door had come,
To hide until the day.
Good food, strong drink and tales provide,
Distraction from their fear,
Yet laughing eyes can scarce disguise,
The knowledge that Death’s near.
The TITO boys were making noise,
A’boasting of past deeds,
As stronger ales make stronger tales,
They’d all been in their meads.
Kanta cleared his throat and said,
That he was bravest, true,
“While you were kicking raiders butts,
I kicked their mamas too”
Kort’s Korner did erupt in sound,
Knights spewed their drinks, guffawed,
Up through the floor came Shelter’s ghost,
The patrons silent, awed.
“I hear ye making crazy claims,
I’ve come to set you straight,
Titanica, the bravest knight,
Would use you for cut bait,
Yet even he, the noblest knight,
Was filled with doubt and dread,
When from the sand a monster plucked,
Its fearsome, fishy, head.
Halibostrichus vampiricus,
Part vampire, fish and bird,
Grub gumbo turned and ran so fast,
A sonic boom was heard,
For 80 days and nights they ran,
No respite, no time out,
When out of breath, the knight did stop,
And turn himself about,
I beg of thee my mortal foe,
A toast to death let’s chug,
But Hakke smiled and said no thanks,
I chased you for a hug.”
The Poet Laureate contest will be back in June, so keep up the creativity, Islanders!
After a week of voting, with a turnout of 12 votes, we have ourselves a winner for the February 2021 Poet Laureate contest.
Join me in congratulating Aersoldorf on their victory with Entry #2:
Untitled
‘Twas long ago, both cold and dark,
The sun had slipped away,
Patrons thru my door had come,
To hide until the day.
Good food, strong drink and tales provide,
Distraction from their fear,
Yet laughing eyes can scarce disguise,
The knowledge that Death’s near.
The TITO boys were making noise,
A’boasting of past deeds,
As stronger ales make stronger tales,
They’d all been in their meads.
Kanta cleared his throat and said,
That he was bravest, true,
“While you were kicking raiders butts,
I kicked their mamas too”
Kort’s Korner did erupt in sound,
Knights spewed their drinks, guffawed,
Up through the floor came Shelter’s ghost,
The patrons silent, awed.
“I hear ye making crazy claims,
I’ve come to set you straight,
Titanica, the bravest knight,
Would use you for cut bait,
Yet even he, the noblest knight,
Was filled with doubt and dread,
When from the sand a monster plucked,
Its fearsome, fishy, head.
Halibostrichus vampiricus,
Part vampire, fish and bird,
Grub gumbo turned and ran so fast,
A sonic boom was heard,
For 80 days and nights they ran,
No respite, no time out,
When out of breath, the knight did stop,
And turn himself about,
I beg of thee my mortal foe,
A toast to death let’s chug,
But Hakke smiled and said no thanks,
I chased you for a hug.”
The Poet Laureate contest will be back in June, so keep up the creativity, Islanders!
