Post by Joe the Revelator on Apr 26, 2015 7:22:01 GMT
Author: Kay Cowl
Category: Tabletop Gaming
Sub Category: Tales of Adventure
Word Count: 104
Post Preference: Filler, any day
"The Dwarflet"
Based on the poem The Manlet by Lewis Carroll
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.
Category: Tabletop Gaming
Sub Category: Tales of Adventure
Word Count: 104
Post Preference: Filler, any day
"The Dwarflet"
Based on the poem The Manlet by Lewis Carroll
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.