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Poetry News Post #4139

Wonder No Longer!

Written by: Bluef Shayan'Kor, the Somnolent Wytch
Date: Tuesday, September 25th, 2012
Addressed to: Disciple Mystara Innagari, of the First Order


Delicious roasted veggies,
leeches and shrooms,
I prefer them on sticks,
wooden slivers taken from brooms.

Sweep out your cupboard,
chop the pepper and onion thick,
sprinkle salt and pepper,
I'm getting hungry quick!

And when the meal is eaten,
and I've consumed every delicious bite,
I'll have something to poke you with
if you're looking for a fight.

Sandwiches are too messy.
The sauce stains my clothes.
If you were to hug me,
I just may punch you in the nose!

This dress cost a fortune dear,
the matching cloak and veil left me skint.
Let's stick to tea instead?
I hear Miye has a lovely, crisp mint!


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Daedalan, in the year 607 AF.


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