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By: Tiraeln Posted on: April 01, 2009
~::Pranking Enverren:Puzzled
(Ever felt like pooting in a Salamandrin's general direction?)
Jiggity jig did the Jester dance
Taunting the hordes of fire ants
And leap and twirl and whirl and prance
Through the salamandrin
And stop he did
And said "Oh my!"
"Silly troll's there, waiting for me an' me pie!"
Indeed Hruglar was there twitching his eye
So boppity bop bopped the Jester
(Whom for reasons unknown we will call Chester)
But loathe was the silly troll to guess-ter
He got a critical in his chester, Lester!
And take the troll's body Chester did
Inside an empty, open closet he hid
Lord Enverren's medallion, Maya forbid!
Silly Jesterling - he could have at least used a lid
But suddenly a ring from the bell an' a survivor's yell!
The Jesterling knew he had to sprint like hell
So he tumbled like the four winds rushing through dells
"But not fast enough!" smirked Lady Enverren herself
"How'd YOU come to be here?" gasped the Jester
"My salamandrins, you should try them, dear" whispered the hexer
And with two, nay three muttered words of power
The Jester's face became an expression dour
But something told Enverren that this Jester would not stop here
That he would prank her even if it cost him dear
And the Lady went to bed with a shiver of fear
She hoped in the morning she would still have hair
And as the jester's cold body lay on the stone floor
A young, sprightly Sylvan took his body with remorse
So it happened that the Jester stood once more
Thanking the Sylvan graciously with a faceful of door
So the Jester came back to the dread Castle Enverren
Swatting at the occasional imaginary heron
And he entered the fortress, closing the gates behind him
Seeing that th' Lady and Lord were in their bedroom
Peering about warily, for he knew here waited hatred and fear
The Jester stared at the bed in which rested the couple dear
"A snagglebinger numtijator kalian curse on you nimbledees!" he said with a squeak
Daring to slap them twice, what cheek!
So here ends my story of a Jesterling silly
What's the moral, you ask? You loopy Billy!
There IS no single one! There's three!
First; kill the Salamandrin as you please
Second; eat your sugar roots and cheese!
Third; live your life like an everyday Joe would
And last but not least; a cheer for good!