A Poem about Phalinor

Date: 07/31/2014 at 00:32
From: Couplet Maega Vorondil
To : Everyone
Subj: A Poem about Phalinor

A Poem About Phalinor
by Maega Vorondil

His name is Phalinor,
He lives for arts galore,
And his life we shall explore.
For he really is no bore.

At dusk, he contemplates,
Many possible fates,
A human of many traits,
Yet his masterpiece awaits.

As he toils every day,
Those pygmies he must slay,
And we know he'll find a way,
To make sure they all do pay.

His favorite color, most distinguished, is purple,
It is unfortunate that this poet does not how to rhyme with purple,
So here we are, running long and far, in a circle around the word purple.
Purple, purple, and purple.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Glacian, in the year 660 AF.