Said the owl to the mice,
‘Before I make a meal out of you,
Next time tell everyone dont come near here k.’
About to die the mice yelled.
‘Now u tell me before I . . .’
Tell me a battle of old,
where I can read with my fingers and mouth shut.
Have I seen this movie, Do I get lost in all that detail and devour the
image of entertainment as it comes not from a projector,
and ends when I stand up,
and still be moved,
by a story of timeless antiquity.
Go ahead and smoke um, Pippin.
Purse your lips, so all of us want to kiss you, Legolas.
Why am I so stuck here, with a monocle with a bleak smile
Aah for the love of being a nerd, a dweeb and would love Eowyn with all
The joys of a world,
in a world,
that was never,
in New Zealand.
Point me where Tyr, left me the tears of Mimir,
I will eat that Idunn’s power apples.
Then if Sif pursed my goats,
i will take the oath of loving towards
all maiden that defy those heavens.
Oh what beaut, u r, but i am not like that,
yet still a pretty boy that makes
everyone blush in your stead,
then onto that hall of old, i am near.
Don’t slip mighty Baldr, if i put you arse in
that hall dead again,
Ragnarok will be the butt of me.
Thunder me an adventure,
go back, go back,
lets pack. . .
ulysees is coming back.
O ye, o ye of common faith,
lets turn that eye
into a cyclopean ryhme,
where no minotuar can find us.
Clue me clue, where all twine is made into Circe’s diner,
Then lets head to Krete where Theseus saw Icarus
flying over under and running the nymphs.
Lets head back,
o lo, o ye,
of common faith,
let not the grace of the Fates,
if you ever invoke their tale,
better watch for Jonah,
its a gonna be a whopper.
A leaf stood and left all dead leaves, then it ran with the wind. . .
lets do the north where the air bleeds,
if not then, south so we can yearn all of my needs,
well if you wanna go east, why not,
i dunnwanna go west,
men lives there.
They will crush me as soon their foot welcomes me.
When can men ever trust, when they can’t even respect us leaves.