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Post by Child of Immanuel on Jun 8, 2005 6:05:09 GMT -5
Thought this might be fun. I don't have time to start it, but I expect to see at least three replies tomorrow!
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Post by karenee on Jun 8, 2005 9:24:59 GMT -5
There once was a man from Alzeming, who happily rode in a swing.
He shifted and swayed.
He bought and he paid.
In the marketplace out by the ring.
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Post by dgan on Jun 9, 2005 7:05:08 GMT -5
Alzeming was a town of animosity, with a marketplace filled with curiosity.
The cats all died.
Hot dogs were fried.
And the ring was filled to capacity.
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Post by cree8ivone on Jun 9, 2005 9:29:48 GMT -5
But when the time came in Alzeming for this year's visit from the King,
The bustle was hushed.
The faces were flushed
as revelers all began to sing...
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Post by dgan on Jun 9, 2005 10:30:21 GMT -5
Talented singers were lacking, so the Knights of Ni came attacking,
The singers then fought
With the hot dogs they'd bought
Then his pajamas the King started packing.
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Post by karenee on Jun 9, 2005 18:45:44 GMT -5
While wailing of his great woes, the King kept on packing his clothes.
But the great crowd outside
Heard the words that he cried
And decided to throw him a rose.
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Post by dgan on Jun 10, 2005 2:22:00 GMT -5
The throw of the rose broke four of his toes, and he stopped packing clothes to blow his large nose.
The battle raged on
Until just after dawn
Then everyone instantly froze
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Post by karenee on Jun 10, 2005 16:30:57 GMT -5
For there in the dawning light, flew something that gave them a fright.
For its body was tall
As a great waterfall
And its shadow cast darkness as night.
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Post by dgan on Jun 11, 2005 4:42:23 GMT -5
The black dragon from its lair near Poseidonis, although suffering from acute laryngitis
Swooped down from the sky
With its mouth open wide
Flaming something fantabulous.
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Post by karenee on Jun 12, 2005 6:10:26 GMT -5
Though a moment ago they'd been fighting, the crowd turned and ran at the sighting.
They stampeded the King,
Passed through the ring.
And fled to the north of Alzeming.
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Post by dgan on Jun 12, 2005 6:31:53 GMT -5
As the dragon gave chase through Grenada, the King walked into a Ramada.
Someone choked on their bread
Then the manager said,
"I think it's a walking piñata."
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Post by karenee on Jun 12, 2005 6:42:51 GMT -5
Well, the King became very offended, and the managers all, he suspended.
Then he broke their left knees
And asked them to, please
Be polite, or their lives would be ended.
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Post by dgan on Jun 12, 2005 6:50:32 GMT -5
Just then the man from Alzeming entered the hotel on his swing.
Himself just a midget
He grabbed the King's digit
And pulled off the Enchanter's Ring.
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Post by karenee on Jun 12, 2005 6:57:39 GMT -5
With a cheer the man fled from the scene glad for something to pay off his lien
The King withered down
to become a small clown
And the managers kicked out his spleen.
(Sigh, sorry it's getting so violent. It rhymes.)
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Post by cree8ivone on Jun 13, 2005 9:23:29 GMT -5
It's long been said in Alzeming, "The man with the ring will rule as King."
He ran to the throne.
And claimed it his own.
Then Leon, King, began his swing.
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