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Ewan The Druid


Sat on a stump

Biting his lip

Having a dream_

A lion biting hard

Was about to chew

His bard, stopped to 

ROAR!

 

OMG & double WPHEW!

How can he ever

Get away so gay?

He dreamt of running

While sunning in morningrays

Caught by a beam...

WHEE!

 

The ray stripped him

White in sheer deight

He laughed with wonder

As his spirit flew

In chaos unritualistically ballyhooed

Like a Fir Bolg of Formorians

ROAR!

 

Stripped to his senses

Let down his defenses

Dangling by a beam

Avoiding a lions' mouth

From soil and stone

To moon and sun

ROAR!

 

He lied to god

Pretended to be sorry

Flirted with golden might

Flying out of sight

Dropped in a heap

On a white horse

YAHOOIE!

 

Through mortal realms unseen

Lying upon it's back

While regaling in his sack

His might in white

Matched his glory steed

Out of sight, whined..

FINUTO!

 

 

RavenHeart~/OakLeaves

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