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Dastardly Spirits

The ship sails through the violent swells,
It’s Captain hold fast to the course and wheel;
The Dastardly has a reputation as a haunted vessel,
But the Captain gives no signs of fear of hell.
Across yon deck as the storm swell suddenly cease,
In the glare of the lightning specters pass—
The one, Auld Arrow long has been deceased,
The other seems to be a much younger ghost, a lass.
But who among the crew knew that the Dastardly Wench,
Was that bold spirit—She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?
She came aboard the ship from a haunted Massachusetts beach,
And Old Salem well knows this fair ghost’s fame.
But She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named will rise to life:
And Auld Arrow is a ghost forever and all time…

Pendragon
© 4/7/07

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After reciting a very lovely poem, Pendragon decided to take a rest underneath a tall, leafy oaktree. He didn't notice, however, Bookinator up in the trees, whispering to the squirrels around her. Suddenly (once Pen fell asleep) the squirrels came flying out of the tree, acorns in hand. It was a mighty battle- acorn versus scale, tiny claw versus very sharp teeth, but in the end the squirrels won. A single nut flew into the dragon's nose and distracted him long enough for the squirrels to do "the job."

The moral of this story is...
Don't mess with squirrels. When they throw nuts, it hurts.

FIN!

Stark Reality

You cannot believe every thing that you think.
And “denial” is not a long river in Egypt fair.
Nor can one twist the truth like a rag o’re a sink,
And shake out all the things one doesn’t want to be there.
The Bookinator, poor lass, lived in a world of her own making,
Where she dreamed of squirrels taking on a Dragon and winning.
In sooth, The Grey Sentinels would find it a noble undertaking,
And be brave to the finish e’en whilst their fur was disappearing.
The Egg-born Immortals cannot die, but lie asleep for a time,
Why sacrifice the Acorn Hunters on such an unfair quest?
Dragons have watched many oaks grow from acorn to tree, wither and die,
The Grey Sentinels pass many generations before a sapling at best.
The Bookinator is trapped now for her eyes had beheld things I deem:
That tell her all life is but “a dream within a dream…”

Pendragon
© 4/8/07

with a nod to Poe for the last line…

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Dear Pen, he scrapped together the money to buy a flight on a Russian Rocket to the internatinal space station. He trained for months. On the final day after Pen said a joyous goodbye to friends and family he got in the car to drive him and the other astronauts to the launchpad, on the three mile drive out the car was hit by a meteor. What were the odds?

While sifting through the remains they found a partial burnt piece of paper with the lines:


"The was a man from Litnet
Who decided to leave the atmosphere
So he grabbed his pen and paper
and opened a Schlitz Malt Liquor beer"



(I'm not a poet and I know it!!)

it was a sad sad day when the puppy we all so enjoy ran out into the street chasing the ball so loved, so chewed, so tantalizing that the fast flying bike could not react fast enough to avoid the poor little puppy so loved by all in the neighborhood....a puppy fest is planned this weekend to celebrate the passing of that bad barking ball chewing puppy...charlie brown will give the eulogy...

littlewing took flight and flew high into the sky, so close to the sun. It was glorious, and for one brief shining moment, littlewing was one with all the power of the universe. Then...splat. Summarily drawn in to the engine of a Boeing 747, all that was left was a sweet memory and a few sticky feathers. :(

It's a sad, sad day for... beach-goers, because it is raining. Apart from that, word is that Kathy, minding her own business, fell into a manhole. That didn't do her much harm, but down there genetically-enhanced rats took her for a big chunk of cheese. Today is a day to mourn and reflect upon the frail human condition...

Oh dear... it seems that kandaurov has died from an accident concerning a monkey, a trampoline, and a marshmallow and cucumber sandwich. Don't ask me how he managed to do so. It boggles the mind...

Lord Voldemort murdered the Bookinator with Avada Kedavra.:bawling:

Srp couldn't live in a world without the Bookinator, so in turn, cast the evil spell on themselves. Too bad....It turns out Harry's not the only one that can withstand such an evil spell. Welcome Back, Bookinator, too bad about Spr, eh? :lol:

Asa smoked too many cigarettes. And then he died.

Alas poor Shalot, we mourn thee well. It appears that the rope that was slung on the branch of the tree that you were tire-swinging from took a brief leave of absence -- long enough to send you hurling over the fence and into that ditch of ice cold water.... The last thing we heard was a bit of a splash and then a blood-curdling scream...

Paws was devoured by a gigantic cat with orange and black stripes. It seems that Paws did not realizes that her name, i.e., Paws, is the TM of Jim Davis, the guy who gave us Garfield. A call to Paws, Inc. was answered with a loud belch. C'est la vie! http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...es/Trashed.gif

the headlines read...the mousetrap caught yet another!...even tho pen knew what the possibilities were he could not help but for one sniff of the tastee morsel of cheese..as he crept closer losing all control thinking he could beat the trap...snap..his tail caught...so was the end of the last story he wrote..

LittleWing Falls

The night has fallen and the whippoorwills call,
A very eerie sound that the mountain people know;
Is the sign that another soul has taken the final fall—
Where or when it was is something the song may show.
It was something rising in the evening as the sun sank in the West,
Much like a tiny fledgling when the time to fly has come—
The moments comes when one must leave the safety of the nest,
And take a chance on wings that have finally strong become.
So LittleWing took to flight amidst the glory of the eve—
But a fell-thing awaited and struck from out of the dying light;
LittleWing found out that flying takes more than courage and belief—
You have to be able to hold your own ground in a fight.
So scorched by a blast of dark magic poison breath:
LittleWing fell, and lay quite still in death…

Pendragon
© 4/12/07

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