Pop-Up Poetry with Ty Beirdd

Date: 01/13/2014 at 05:16
From: Lady Madelyne Jinx-Ech'lir
To : Everyone
Subj: Pop-Up Poetry with Ty Beirdd

This month some members of our house played a game called Pop-Up Poetry which resulted in the following stanzas. We hope you all enjoy them!

In song,

A man was sailing on his boat
A-circling around a castle's moat
When suddenly he realized he forgot his goat!
Then he saw it, shocked, afloat
And in his mouth he did tote
A sweet forsaken love letter which he wrote
To his lady-friend, who suffered from bloat

There was a provost who wanted some cake
This desire for sugar she could not slake
And though her students, they did bake
And gave her the cakes when she was awake
She ate the cakes, what a dreadful mistake
Which gave her a thirst she just could not slake
Because she felt like she'd gorged on undercooked drake

There was this stick in the mud, very bent
Sitting in a place nobody went
Bent where no one went, the stick dreamt of a lovely gent
To its long lost beloved, it sang a lament.
I went, with sent. Do not make me bent!
And I know now what everybody meant!
When they said that all their fortunes were spent!

Three blind mice, were sitting eating rice
Bored of eating, one of them pulled out a set of dice
And rolled them not once, but thrice!
He shouted with glee, "Now I can afford the brideprice!"
But only if I make a sacrifice.
But he was held back by by his one vice!
Because he had a terrible cause of head lice!

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Sarapin, in the year 645 AF.