Thread: walk in and have a seat game
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flew and sang
Opera arias from
that old movie
Frank-N-Stein and
the hounds (of) baskerville
who bayed in
the streets at
midnight every odd
Tuesdays and Wednesdays
except when rhubarb
was sleeping else
chasing after butterflys
in the forest
where the wild
orcs used to
gyre and gimble
about the doings
that went on
in the town
amongst the three
old gaffers drinking
the finest of
Grondy's specialty available
high strength libations
and low quality
cream pies, Thorin
the greedy dwarf 
came wobbling down
, smelt the pie
stole it and
gave it to
an old dwarf
who rubbed it
in despair between
two old pillars
of salt'n guano
and bread crumbs
leading down into
the beer cellars
where was stored
wines of Dorwinion
bottled in bond
and sent to
the gallows for
making puns that
angered Clown Sharku
so much that
disconsolate foreign barristers
filled a case
of bourbon, to
