The elf smirks ‘n plays with a torque
Then with a smile around her lips she said
“It takes more then just ‘n ugly orc,
to keep n elf like me for always dead”

As she dances thru the cave
Singing about this ugly orc;
“He was truly a dork,
and he really doesn’t shave.”

“The power of my mind is so much stronger,
Then the muscles of this beast
The length of my words are so much longer”
Then his arms can ever reach”

She laughs, she jumps and dances
There shines no red moon today,
She takes all the possible chances
To say whatever she wants to say.

“I’m right, I’m right even when I turn left
And I get away with everything,
and thats not all,” she continues to sing,
“one day he also has to deal with theft”

This orc he couldn’t understand that this lil’ elf;
She’s just being whats she’s supposed to be;
And really cannot help herself;
nifty, naughty, and snappy; for sure that is she!

D.S. May 31 2006 15:30 pm

It’s words that got her into trouble,
And forced that orc to burst her bubble.
If she’d kept quiet when it mattered,
She might not have got quite so battered.

But no, she wouldn’t heed advice,
When angry orc said just be nice.
Instead she had to gloat and boast,
So orc resorts to elf spit-roast.

But after her obliteration,
Hata grants reincarnation,
Problem is when orcs see red,
you’re better off to just stay dead.

If you will get up off the floor,
He has to take your head once more.
His vengeful work will not be done,
Til all your daily turns are gone.

If you insist on taunting so,
Don’t be surprised when elf blood flows.
So tell your mouth, ere it’s so rash,
Stop writing cheques your ass can’t cash.

father nav

May 31, 2006 10:28 am

I met an orc man in the cave,
The greenest ugliest smelling orc!
And i am also sure he didnt shave..
I tell you, he was honstely and truely a dork!

“How do you do, green orc,” I said,
“And what do you do all day?”
“I stink ‘n smash about,” said he,
“‘N scuttle about and play;”

“I s’prise unaware innocent folks , ‘n oh gee
A elf did I see,
‘found ya’ I say, and I smash she
so much joy for me!

“I hide arround a corner wall
When more innocent folk comes froo,
‘N only jus’ to fwighten them all
I jump out’n say ‘Boo!’

“‘N after killing that lil elf then I go to the hospital
‘N when she sticks her nose out of the door,
I jump from behind a wall,
‘And then I kill her some more’

“‘N then I play with the baby chicks,
I call them, chick chick chick!
‘N what do you think of that?” said he.
I said, “It makes me sick.

“It gives me sharp and shooting pains
To listen to such drool.”
I wish i could just lift my foot and squash
The God damn green fool.

May 23, 2006 9:32 pm    D.S

Songs heard by the sun,
Danced by the butterflies,
Starting where everything begun,
Rhythm which the bees apprise.

Music carried by the night,
Loved by tears,
Filled with candlelight,
Free of fears.

Words whispered by the wind,
Bouncing on the leafs,
Caressed in a birds mind,
They are promises, of I believe’s.
Made by u and me ….

September 29th 2000 16:55 ©2001 D.S.

~*~

~*~ She left us,  ~*~

~*~*~

The sky is covered with gray and scudding clouds,
which are blowing hard with their invisible mouths,
cold cust of winds right into my face,
Its obvious, summer has left this place.
With elegance and a friendly inner self,
did autumn approached and introduced herself.
She entered her season with composure and forbearance
She transformed the leafs colors into a beautiful appearance.
But, when she saw that we couldn’t appreciate her and her colors of beauty
she lost her calmed and inflamed into a untamable fury.
She grab the trees and shook them until the leafs felt down.
She chased the fallen leafs and colored them brown,
she cried tears of inability and the rain fell down on us.
No longer she showed us her kind and tenderness
Cause now she left us with the days and nights dark and cold.
A new season appeared, chilly destructive and bold.
And its now that we wished that she still was with us here
Now that we are left behind in this invulnerable kingdom called winter.
She is gone she has left us until the next summer gives her back her place.
It’s a long waiting time until she can blow again the wind in our face.

~*~*~

5 October 1999 9:00 PM