I was bored earlier today, and as often happens when I'm bored, I get an
idea for something to write. This time I got the rhythm for a poem, and
I followed it through, coming up with this.
Before I continue, I'd like to say that the accent for the Duke was
wholly inspired by the Duke of Kinsarmar's lovley, lovely accent, and no
offence or teasing is meant. Thank you for the inpiration!
Enjoy!
S A M , T H E G O R B I D Y C L A N M A N
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How Sam got his name:-
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An old old man from the Gorbidy clan
Decided one day to roam
So he packed his bags and some hanky rags
And left from his old old home
Leaving family and an old old tree
That when young he used to climb
He took with him no other companion
Except the dog he called Clive
First who did he see but an old lady
Who he thought looked very wet
Picking a frond she fell into a pond
And as such was quite upset
"Come along with me on my great journey,"
Said the old man to his guest.
"And who we will find I'm sure you won't mind
As long as he dries your vest!"
Next on the road was a troubled old toad
Who said he was quite the prince
Once he was kissed by a chilly blue mist
And's been a toad ever since
"Come along with me on my great journey,"
Said the old man to his guest.
"Surely we will find a maiden so kind
As to put your curse to rest!"
Further on he saw a donkey (hee-haw!)
Who had lost his prized back kick
Try as he might, he could only make flight
For his kick was just a flick
"Come along with me on my great journey,"
Said the old man to his guest.
"Oh, we will find a great knight with a mind
To make your kick all the best!"
Oh, such a fine troop was this little coop
When they came to a city
Together, they thought, they'd go to the court ...
... alone would be a pity!
"'ow can I 'elp," asked the Duke, eating kelp,
"ones so fine as are you lot?
Should you have any qualms (or broken arms)
I'll 'elp you with what you've got!"
"Well," said the man to the Duke, "hope you can!
This lady's wet -- she'll get sick
The prince is a toad, though nobody knowed
And the donkey's lost his kick!"
"I'll get me best men, I think I 'ave ten,"
Replied the Duke with a grin.
"If they couldn't cure your ailment
I'm not sure anyone kin!"
After a study they found quite funny
The men made an announcement
"We have the Quewar -- yes, it's singular --
Meet us outside in our tent."
They went to the tent: a young man named Trent
Pulled from a gold and stone chest
A beautiful dress full of flowyness
And said of the lady's vest:
"How long have those dirty and tatty clothes
Been under your possession?
I'm sure you're not old, and if dressed in gold
You'll again be a young'un!"
Changing out the back behind an old rack
She returned dirt unladen
Dressed all in gold, she wasn't a bit old
She was a fine young maiden!
First thing she said, with a flick of her head,
Was "Come over here you prince!"
Pressing on his lips, she gave him a kiss
Without a hint of a wince
The toad he smiled, but all the while
He morphed and was elected
A prince they called Kurt, and on his red shirt
A blue horse was depicted.
"Now then," said he to the little donkey
"Prince of horses that I am
I'll take a look at your weak hind hoof hook
And fix it the best I can!
"Now that they're 'ealed, I really do feel,"
Said the Duke to our hero
"You've pulled the short straw. Are you really sure
You want naught before you go?"
The old man said "No, I do not think so.
I have friends now and that's grand.
But if you don't mind, would you be so kind
As to give me the name Sam?"
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Penned by my hand on the 5th of Solis, in the year 432 AD.
