Thread: The Three Word Game!
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their chickens before
making the soup
fit for gods
heroes, halfgods and
fairies, lost in
the midst of
misty marshes where
the fog was
thick as pea-soup
and you couldn't
hope to get
any help from
the village elders
or the common
ugly little orcs
as they pranced
around their victims
as naked as
a newborn babe
on a midsummer
evening amidst the
polka dotted mushrooms
line-dancing fairies and
and tutu wearing
sign of stress
Meantime the old
joker made connection
with is old
Grondmaster who had
often said that
to be is
not really the
meaning of life
or else it
would be short
and maybe even
wrong if it
was to be
known as the
meaning of life.
Quote:
or else it
- and here we might go again or else it
Having found reason
with his cousin
this fairy that
had butterfly wings
and looking rather
stupid, hiding those
beneath a bushel
where his candle-light
will burn a
hole in (the) bucket
