Thread: walk in and have a seat game
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fell over into...
the small ditch
And cried for...
help because it
smelled funny, like
someone he'd known
who had previously
destroyed the new
and impressive odour
of spring flowers
from greenhouses in
the backyard of
Lobilia Sackville-Baggins who
was the aunt
but nothing more
than an umbrella
-wearing figure he'd
seen once at
a pork-rally behind
the Ivy-Bush Tavern
betting his bottom
less shorts for
ever and ever
until poor fat
Bolky comes around
with his hat
full of coins
stolen from the
virtuous Sisters of
the famous family
of priestesses and
winter warlocks of
elder times who
sent snowstorms to
the north where
dragons feared to
hatch their eggs
because purple worms
who were fond
of Dragon-eggs intended
to make omelets
for Arthur Pendragon
who overran the
council of dwarfs
They therefor decided
to search for
the mad elf
with an archangel's
combat sword designed
to rid forever
