Post by kaycowl on Apr 19, 2015 8:41:08 GMT
In stature the dwarf was a manlet--
Burly, short-squatty and hale;
And wearily he gazed on the Grippli
His Wifelet had put in his ale.
"Now reach me, sweet Donda, my gauntlet,
And curl the old beardlet for sport;
Let me tromp the trip of the holding,
And shoot thee an Orc!"
She has reached him his bounded brass bracers;
She has curled the old beardlet for sport;
She is busily baking a bunlet,
To welcome him home with his Orc.
On he speeds, never wasting a wordlet,
Though thoughtlets cling closely as cowl,
To the spot where the hideous Orclet
So uproarously howls.
This is based on the poem The Manlet by Lewis Caroll. I dunno if you can use it but i got the idea from your snicker-snack quote. The original isn't abou Dwarves vs Orcs. You can read it here if you want. www.poetry-archive.com/c/the_manlet.html
Burly, short-squatty and hale;
And wearily he gazed on the Grippli
His Wifelet had put in his ale.
"Now reach me, sweet Donda, my gauntlet,
And curl the old beardlet for sport;
Let me tromp the trip of the holding,
And shoot thee an Orc!"
She has reached him his bounded brass bracers;
She has curled the old beardlet for sport;
She is busily baking a bunlet,
To welcome him home with his Orc.
On he speeds, never wasting a wordlet,
Though thoughtlets cling closely as cowl,
To the spot where the hideous Orclet
So uproarously howls.
This is based on the poem The Manlet by Lewis Caroll. I dunno if you can use it but i got the idea from your snicker-snack quote. The original isn't abou Dwarves vs Orcs. You can read it here if you want. www.poetry-archive.com/c/the_manlet.html
