The prologue (read lead in first)
Okay, I was in an odd mood when I wrote these, and might re-write this into the same style as the lead-in, and what I've done on the story, but for now this is it.
PROLOGUE
The prince Nicholas the fair
(Tall with penetrating stare)
Was the richest in the land
But like a castle made of sand
He feared his wealth was fleeting
He came upon a cunning plan
(Sadly not a brilliant man)
He would rob the whole of France
Using sword or using lance
To this end he set a meeting
He gathered an impressive force
(Some on foot, some on horse)
Numbering more than a thousand
Their meal saw many a cows end
I can't believe I rhymed that.
Sir william led this evil troop
To any low they would stoop
Even an old woman they'd kill her
Just for some pieces of silver
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAaaaaa! Um, cat.
And while I'm at it herbal
Rhymes with the dreaded purple
Back to them, they killed some people
Threw one out of a steeple
They ruled through force and fear.
For years they rampaged thus
(Causing quite the local fuss)
It all ended in a village
Which they meant to pillage
Never give a horse bland beer.
Now I'm just playing around
When I should say what they found
When they went to rob the place
And found themselves face to face
With a woman who couldn't rhyme.
"Take a singe thing," she said
"Or burn this place or strike me dead
And trapped by a beast you'll be
None of you will ere be free
Until he that commands you finds love in his heart"
I admit that was bad
I did the best with what I had
But for her Death too, called
Struck down by the dread Duald
Bitch.
The town was promptly looted
The stroke of Duald doubly saluted
That night while all were pissed
The town was covered in a mist
Morn saw them at the castle.
There was no sign of the prince
(What came next makes me wince)
They took the princes treasure
AND his women used for pleasure
And departed from the castle.
They had barely begun their way
When the curse stilled the day
And the coming of the Beast
Turned those outside to gory feast
What a waste of women.
You think that I am making light
Of those womens tragic plight
But rather it is just my way
As it is when I say
Go suck on a lemon.
7/12/2005 wwm
PROLOGUE
The prince Nicholas the fair
(Tall with penetrating stare)
Was the richest in the land
But like a castle made of sand
He feared his wealth was fleeting
He came upon a cunning plan
(Sadly not a brilliant man)
He would rob the whole of France
Using sword or using lance
To this end he set a meeting
He gathered an impressive force
(Some on foot, some on horse)
Numbering more than a thousand
Their meal saw many a cows end
I can't believe I rhymed that.
Sir william led this evil troop
To any low they would stoop
Even an old woman they'd kill her
Just for some pieces of silver
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAaaaaa! Um, cat.
And while I'm at it herbal
Rhymes with the dreaded purple
Back to them, they killed some people
Threw one out of a steeple
They ruled through force and fear.
For years they rampaged thus
(Causing quite the local fuss)
It all ended in a village
Which they meant to pillage
Never give a horse bland beer.
Now I'm just playing around
When I should say what they found
When they went to rob the place
And found themselves face to face
With a woman who couldn't rhyme.
"Take a singe thing," she said
"Or burn this place or strike me dead
And trapped by a beast you'll be
None of you will ere be free
Until he that commands you finds love in his heart"
I admit that was bad
I did the best with what I had
But for her Death too, called
Struck down by the dread Duald
Bitch.
The town was promptly looted
The stroke of Duald doubly saluted
That night while all were pissed
The town was covered in a mist
Morn saw them at the castle.
There was no sign of the prince
(What came next makes me wince)
They took the princes treasure
AND his women used for pleasure
And departed from the castle.
They had barely begun their way
When the curse stilled the day
And the coming of the Beast
Turned those outside to gory feast
What a waste of women.
You think that I am making light
Of those womens tragic plight
But rather it is just my way
As it is when I say
Go suck on a lemon.
7/12/2005 wwm