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