an epic for Melanie (and other art folk)sherlockwholmesNovember 10 2006, 04:08:00 UTC
*ahem*
Hear Hear, gather round, ye children of the arts, And I your recent fellow, shall grant you an epic tale, A tale of love, a tale of hate A tale I shall recite well said, The ancient tale of team blue and team red...
Long ago in the deep Arbor, in proximity to a mighty Non-existant spring, Shall we begin Two teams of unmatched artistic prowess and energy Went to battle with one and the other For they often butted head The fiersome angry team blue and team red
They approached one another from opposite sides Of the St. Ganton Cathedral, hurling insults Such like had never before been witnessed "You smell like cheese!" spake blue "Your perspective is off!" replied red Oh, those horrid moments I dread Betwixt the lively team blue and team red
The insults could only bide so much time Before long team blue made a plan A devious, biomorphic, horrifying plan They were to invoke the cursing power of one man Famed in all the land, yet strikes utter horrer In all who understand, This man you all know, His name is Kinkade, He creeps through your head, Brings terror to all, team blue and team red
Fortunatley, however, team red saw the cunning, And long had prepared for such attacks of this kind, They knew how low that blue would stoop And thus were prepared, and brought the book The book that stomps upon unartistic reason, And always will triumph, no matter the stakes Red opens a bag, slowly bringing out that book, we call: Jansen. Oh the triumph the comes in this well-clad That will soon end strife between team blue and team red
With unfaltering hands red lifted up Jansen Blue cowered in the dark corners of St. Ganton Knowing their weapon of Kindade, could not stand a chance They begged for mercy, but red knew better And chucked that book of ten pounds Squashing the wretched blue and their paintings of light, Oh what scene! Oh what a night! Blue is no more, they stood no chance though well-bred, Forever and on, no team blue, only red!
Re: an epic for Melanie (and other art folk)catchyphraseNovember 10 2006, 05:04:52 UTC
I say, I tend to remember that evening quite differently. However, midnight on a work night (no longer a school night!) is no time to tell it. No frightful hour such as this could give light to the darkness that would fall on all human heart that would hear this tale...no, not tonight.
I'll put you straight yet, you knarly reds! Just you wait til that day! The sad truth will come upon you like a front door closing on a weary traveler on a dark, cold night! You stinky cheese-ed ones!!!
Hear Hear, gather round, ye children of the arts,
And I your recent fellow, shall grant you an epic tale,
A tale of love, a tale of hate
A tale I shall recite well said,
The ancient tale of team blue and team red...
Long ago in the deep Arbor, in proximity to a mighty
Non-existant spring, Shall we begin
Two teams of unmatched artistic prowess and energy
Went to battle with one and the other
For they often butted head
The fiersome angry team blue and team red
They approached one another from opposite sides
Of the St. Ganton Cathedral, hurling insults
Such like had never before been witnessed
"You smell like cheese!" spake blue
"Your perspective is off!" replied red
Oh, those horrid moments I dread
Betwixt the lively team blue and team red
The insults could only bide so much time
Before long team blue made a plan
A devious, biomorphic, horrifying plan
They were to invoke the cursing power of one man
Famed in all the land, yet strikes utter horrer
In all who understand,
This man you all know,
His name is Kinkade,
He creeps through your head,
Brings terror to all, team blue and team red
Fortunatley, however, team red saw the cunning,
And long had prepared for such attacks of this kind,
They knew how low that blue would stoop
And thus were prepared, and brought the book
The book that stomps upon unartistic reason,
And always will triumph, no matter the stakes
Red opens a bag, slowly bringing out that book, we call:
Jansen.
Oh the triumph the comes in this well-clad
That will soon end strife between team blue and team red
With unfaltering hands red lifted up Jansen
Blue cowered in the dark corners of St. Ganton
Knowing their weapon of Kindade, could not stand a chance
They begged for mercy, but red knew better
And chucked that book of ten pounds
Squashing the wretched blue and their paintings of light,
Oh what scene! Oh what a night!
Blue is no more, they stood no chance though well-bred,
Forever and on, no team blue, only red!
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I'll put you straight yet, you knarly reds! Just you wait til that day! The sad truth will come upon you like a front door closing on a weary traveler on a dark, cold night! You stinky cheese-ed ones!!!
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Your perspective is still off, my friend.
I welcome your tale of lies at any time.
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