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Post by dgan on Jun 14, 2005 12:10:36 GMT -5
After chasing the citizens north, the dragon turned into a dwarf.
He rallied the men
To avenge royal sin
And they returned with the magical scarf.
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Post by laurelin on Jun 15, 2005 12:31:21 GMT -5
While this man steals the throne
The dragon a menace has grown
In he came breathing
Fire and his seething
Breath cooked a blueberry scone
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Post by dgan on Jun 15, 2005 12:42:23 GMT -5
With the scarf the dragon was wearing, the new King of Alzeming he's scaring.
The King grabbed his lance
And then wet his pants,
As the dragon cut him down with a herring.
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Post by cree8ivone on Jun 15, 2005 13:10:49 GMT -5
But dragon could not be the King, even though he had the ring.
The people all mourned
for futures forewarned
of troubled times in Alzeming.
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Post by karenee on Jun 15, 2005 14:26:58 GMT -5
The ancient old seer of the palace
Went out in a boat without balast
He saw a great sign
Which might have been wine
And was laid up in bed with a cast.
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Post by dgan on Jun 16, 2005 1:04:07 GMT -5
The dragon turned to dwarf again and went to the hospital when
He learned of the seer
It was not wine, but beer
And the town had grown rowdy and drunken.
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Post by karenee on Jun 16, 2005 12:48:50 GMT -5
The dwarf's nose was red and runny,
So he sat by the seer and ate honey.
Well, the seer woke up
and gave him a buck
so the dwarf though it good to make money.
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Post by dgan on Jun 16, 2005 23:14:24 GMT -5
The dwarf, turning dragon, took wing
To live in the mines of Alzeming.
When up he did fly
He said, "All goodbye
"I have hidden the enchanted ring!"
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Post by dgan on Jun 19, 2005 2:15:02 GMT -5
He who was king but now clown, now came with the circus to town.
(His spleen had been sewn)
He called the seer's phone
To reclaim the throne
And turned his red clown nose to brown.
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Post by karenee on Jun 20, 2005 7:34:33 GMT -5
The delicate princess of Thontan
Was bound up in chains on the mountain.
Well Dragon was amused
When the King heard the news,
and celebrated with a champagne fountain.
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Post by dgan on Jun 23, 2005 5:39:36 GMT -5
So the small clown then left the seer, and travelled to Thontan by deer.
He kidnapped the dame
Whose ransom by name:
The scroll of Moddion-o-Gair.
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Post by karenee on Jun 23, 2005 7:19:47 GMT -5
Now the sweet princess wept and shook
For she knew of this wisdom-filled book.
But the fool King kept on
And swore loud and long
Till the princess struck him with a hook.
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Post by dgan on Jun 25, 2005 3:25:04 GMT -5
The clown's spleen now ruptured again, the princess escaped the mountain.
She sought out the dragon,
Asleep in his wagon,
Who said ring and scroll were in Blair Morven.
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Post by karenee on Jun 25, 2005 6:25:54 GMT -5
Equipped from the dragon's loot
The princess told him he was cute
And went on her way
To save the day
Disregarding young Prince Charming's suit.
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Post by dgan on Jun 25, 2005 22:45:40 GMT -5
Now the populace was still in a tizzy,
Inebriated and feeling quite dizzy.
They ransacked the palace,
Stole the royal chalice,
And chased the princess with an Uzi.
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