Hello, hello!

[recipe_in_rime]

Hungry poets, come to me! You sons and daughters of verse and famine, let me feed you, and read you your lyrical lyrics to me!

I've got sonnets in pastry and poems on souffle, and I'm more than willing to share--in fact, my friends, that's all I want to do.

So come, come, and have something to eat while you write!

Typist: Ragueneau, from Cyrano

Comments

*Chibi Vala!*

[namomandos]

*Sings a begging kinda tune.*

Re: *Chibi Vala!*

[recipe_in_rime]

*beams* *motions at wonderful display of pastries* Anything your heart desires, my boy?

Re: *Chibi Vala!*

[namomandos]

*Wide-eyed as Denmark*

*Points at the fruit tarts with interest.*

Re: *Chibi Vala!*

[recipe_in_rime]

*typist finds this hilarious*

A very fine choice. They're limericks. *takes out several on a napkin and offers them*

There once was a maid who was slow
Who took hours to get up and go
'Til after a while
A lad with a smile
Declared he loved speedy girls so.

Re: *Chibi Vala!*

[namomandos]

*Blinketh*

Re: *Chibi Vala!*

[recipe_in_rime]

*grins and loves self for being bad at limericks*