Birth day: 8/31/2011
- ’Twas upon a Godville clearing, while I toiled construction jeering;
- Over many golden bricks and pints of ale galore.
- While I plodded, slowly questing, suddenly there was a flashing;
- As a peal of thunder clapping, snapping at me, something more -
- “What’s this?” I thought, listening for some distant war –
- Only silence, nothing more.
- Ah, distinctly I remember, it was this time around September;
- When I began to feel the yearning to explore;
- Excited I began my questing, never stopping, never resting;
- ’Til I had weapons, armor and a shield – death’s door;
- Did I mention I had found the nicest set of drawers?
- Listening hard again, I swore –
- Running quickly to find some lodging, lighting bolts I soon was dodging;
- Somehow having drawn his ire, my lord your mercy I implore!
- Suddenly flowers, daisies – started springing;
- And all around me birds began their singing;
- As I realized Bumchester stood there before –
- May it be sent to oceans floor!
- Now I knew I would be pleasing, having gone around that thieving;
- Awful town, and tavern doors. Now once more I start my questing;
- Fighting monsters sometimes besting, that big Insufferable Boar!
- My Mallet of Understanding, on that Boar’s great back is landing;
- What’s this? Some coins and mystery box outpour –
- Shall I chance it, for my lord?
- Cautiously I try the opening, of that small box, my body trembling;
- Of what great gifts may be in store? Tis a pile of gold, great score!
- Scarcely had those coins been packing, when suddenly a flash, and smelting;
- Flames from my pack and melting all my gold for something more –
- Another brick for the temple of my lord;
- So, to town I go, once more.
- Stitch now runs around me snatching, milestones before me flashing;
- My solar bear I now am riding, and becoming saddle sore!
- Excitedly I know I’m nearing, Godville’s pubs where friends are cheering;
- A beer for me they surely will have poured.
- Nightfall fast approaching, my lord is not reproaching;
- As I sleep on tavern floor.
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(credits to The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe)