10-08-2003, 04:22 PM
Hi, I'm Dirg. I'm a bard. Sort of a goofball. Here's a little ditty I wrote last night.
I tripped on something
don't know what it was
but now my foot is all covered in fuzz.
My boot feels all wet
not sure why, I'll sit
on closer look, I notice there's blood on it.
Pain in my toe
I figure it's broke
Another bit of irony for this bad luck bloke.
What do I sit on,
this thing is no rock,
I jump when I realize, and reel from the shock.
I tripped over it
While on a quick stroll
The dead corpse of a mountain hill troll.
Was scared at first
over it now
I'd like to loot it, but not sure quite how.
I prod with my foot
It doesn't budge
It's oozing dark red, with some sort of sludge.
I look around here
and look over there
No one is looking, not one single stare.
With courage I place
my foot on it's head
And shout all around, I killed it, it's DEAD!
Hurrahs offered up
A hero I am
I hope they don't find, its all jsut a scam.
Later that night
while free ale I drink
A warrior walks in, disturbed I think.
"Folks, the darndest
think happened to me
I slayed me a troll, but then couldn't see
His corpse near at all
Not sure what to say,
I slayed me a troll, awoke miles away.
All I remember
is feeling a bump
slash, blue flash, and... on my head found a lump.
The bard knew right away
he was about to be found
He activated his mask, and appeard a werehound.
"Growl n stuff, I'll eat you all up!
If you don't let me get
Out of this pub right away, I'm all set!"
So I ran off, and they never found
out my scam until I was long gone.
That poor warrior, I must have rocketted him off quite a distance when I bumped into him going the speed of Luclin's rays.
I do appreciate the free ale though.
I can't rhyme when I'm drunk.. pardon the end of this poem.
You know...*hic*.... daffodils are nice!.....
_________________
________
-Dirg
bard
I tripped on something
don't know what it was
but now my foot is all covered in fuzz.
My boot feels all wet
not sure why, I'll sit
on closer look, I notice there's blood on it.
Pain in my toe
I figure it's broke
Another bit of irony for this bad luck bloke.
What do I sit on,
this thing is no rock,
I jump when I realize, and reel from the shock.
I tripped over it
While on a quick stroll
The dead corpse of a mountain hill troll.
Was scared at first
over it now
I'd like to loot it, but not sure quite how.
I prod with my foot
It doesn't budge
It's oozing dark red, with some sort of sludge.
I look around here
and look over there
No one is looking, not one single stare.
With courage I place
my foot on it's head
And shout all around, I killed it, it's DEAD!
Hurrahs offered up
A hero I am
I hope they don't find, its all jsut a scam.
Later that night
while free ale I drink
A warrior walks in, disturbed I think.
"Folks, the darndest
think happened to me
I slayed me a troll, but then couldn't see
His corpse near at all
Not sure what to say,
I slayed me a troll, awoke miles away.
All I remember
is feeling a bump
slash, blue flash, and... on my head found a lump.
The bard knew right away
he was about to be found
He activated his mask, and appeard a werehound.
"Growl n stuff, I'll eat you all up!
If you don't let me get
Out of this pub right away, I'm all set!"
So I ran off, and they never found
out my scam until I was long gone.
That poor warrior, I must have rocketted him off quite a distance when I bumped into him going the speed of Luclin's rays.
I do appreciate the free ale though.
I can't rhyme when I'm drunk.. pardon the end of this poem.
You know...*hic*.... daffodils are nice!.....
_________________
________
-Dirg
bard