Bardic Words of Art
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"She's Fer E'eryt'ingin'", by Duryl
Now... a... fair so I says she's fer e'eryt'ingin'..
Fer big crowds adinnin' at Bob's openingin'...
Fer 'uge wheels aspinnin', giddy eveningin'...
An' apply lips grinnin' while yer 'air ye's wringin'...
Oh yer t'irs' an' yer 'unger t' fair she'll appease,
Fer t'ere's ale t'ere an' cider an' 'ot an' colt teas,
Slushies, fluffy can'y, sal'y taffee t' please,
Inside out corn an' drinks made from lemons ye squeeze.
Aye... t'at... fair as ye's 'eard she's fer e'eryt'ingin',
Fer sum couply twinnin' or wee kiddie bringin',
Fer alls is akinnin', 'aggy 'ouse aclingin'.
An' blue ribbon pinnin' when fat caddle kingin'.
Oh t'ere's piggies an' ponies an' bunnies t' pet.
T'ere's golt marks, ticket stubbies, an' stuffed toys t' bet,
An' sum prize fer big snackers what don' get upset,
But t'em creepers an' crawlers ye'd likely regret.
T'at... fine... fair ain' ye 'eard she's fer e'eryt'ingin',
Fer t'at darlin' Maudie who deals anythingin',
Fer queues what ain' t'innin', yet folks is still singin'.
While fellers try winnin' from shellers what's stringin'.
Oh t'ere's kewpies, lobster, an' ain' quite yet bacon,
Lizards an' chippymunks an' dangly kraken,
Fer neckies an' trunkies and birds lads is achin'.
An' sum shiny dragon's still t'ere t' be taken.
But... t'at... fair we all know she's fer e'eryt'ingin',
Fer big 'ammer swingin' seddin' bells a dingin',
Fer liddle knee skinnin' while 'igh bouncy springin'...
An' sum 'orsey clingin' atween apple flingin'.
Oh t'ere's golt t' be won, aye, wit' t'ree funny dies
An' a ladder when climbt what'll earn ye a prize.
An' sum big branchy tree what t' careless despise
Like t'at fearsome lass wit' irresis'able eyes.
But... now... she's o'er ain' no more e'eryt'ingin'...
No big crowds adinnin', no more openingin'...
No wheels aspinnin', no giddy eveningin'...
Until nex' beginnin', jus' memories o' singin'...
A Reply from Lathet
Said Aeruk to the dwarven bard,
I don't think that you work hard.
You must raise a hand and slay
Work with weapons day by day
It's time for you to prove your worth
Time for bards to accept the truth
Singing, dancing, doing plays,
Telling stories, they're not the way.
Unlike you, I do not fear
To carry weapons 'gainst the Hoarde
I'll use dagger, sling and spear
My spells back up my sword!
Replied she to the reni mage
I'm still of use up on the stage
For all my actions there's a reason
How dare you imply treason?
In our ranks, morale is falling
More give up all the time
I say, enough with stalling
It's time to draw the line!
Weighed down by mistakes they can't abide
Spirits swallowed by the shame,
Pushed to the brink, they suicide.
They fade, their souls by Void claimed.
Every week we see another one
The times, they've gotten tough;
How can you say it's not enough?