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Thread: Heaven: The Belisary (An Epic Poem)
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Stoo
Mighty Pirate
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I sing of Arms and hosts at war, A mighty celestial battle. Come Muse, and help me tell of all That happened, forbid thou me to prattle.
A storm was brewing in the realms Of gods and hosts and spirits; War was declared on Heav'n, by Hell And it is markéd in these lyrics.
Our hero, Bel, stood sev'n feet tall (E'en taller on the telly) And he was joined by other hosts, Noble Viola and Starbelly.
The villains then, were really bad, With few redeeming features: Sarkycow, Nightlamp and Master Tomb (Alongside their imps, toadies and leeches)
Forgive me now, for it is late (Which must explain my shoddy rhyme) What happens next, someone else must tell, (Keeping it, of course, in time)...
[edited thread title for Limbo] [ 19. January 2004, 02:48: Message edited by: RuthW ]
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Belisarius
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Yes, Bel was all that Stoo proclaimed. Refined and Olympian was he; Possessed of all virtues that could be named By the Heavenly Hierarchy.
Crudity had no sway o'er him; Passion's Cup he never did spill. Even Sentiment he did not so much as skim. Though he bore Heaven's fluff with good will.
Out of bemused ennui he had refrained From joining in the general mess. But now there was a chance to be entertained From Hell's tries at causing distress.
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Belisarius
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Thus did tomb slither to Heavenly land, His snideness and rudeness down pat. The Sarkycow Puppet hid one clawed hand A la South Park's Mr. Hat.
His arrogance took an unexpected role-- He dared to match Heaven's art. So from the depths of his brutal soul A Operettic number did start...
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Belisarius
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Oh, better far to live in Hell Where whiners, flamers, jerks all dwell Than play a sanctimonious part With mincing words and cynic's heart. In this bland dystopia I'll leave posts, Where back-stabbing hypocrites rise to be Hosts; But I'll be true to the song I sing, And live and die a Reptile King. For I am the Reptile King! And it is, it is a glorious thing To be a Reptile King! For I am a Reptile King! Hurrah for the Reptile King! And it is, it is a glorious thing To be a Reptile King!
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Belisarius
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A reference to a Comic Opera buffoon! Not an image a Hellhost should nurse. 'Twas surprising that tomb had blundered so soon-- Divisiveness now made things worse.
"That sucked!" the Sarkycow puppet chimed; Tomb gave it a violent smack. Tantrums then burst forth erratically timed As if he'd been smoking Crack.
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Stoo
Mighty Pirate
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And there below, in the fiery pit, Amidst the squabbles, voices ran. The denizens of hell had hit Upon a cruel and fiendish plan.
"Let us strike them where it smarts!" Cold Nightlamp cried to the foul bovine, "You remove their private parts, And I will boil them up in brine!"
"Shut your trap!" rasped the rugose one, "Can't you see I'm trying to think? We must hit upon a plan To cause their very faith to sink."
"Ooh, I know," cried Sarkycow, "Let's call them nasty names!" "Better yet," opined Nightlamp, "Start party threads, and sad word games!"
"Ah no," said Tomb, "I've just the thing To tear their very hearts asunder!" And right on key, a plot device: Lightning, sheeting rain and thunder.
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Belisarius
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Meanwhile the Hosts of Heaven reclined In graceful attitudes, Their forms so elegant, their talk so refined, Being neither perverts nor prudes.
Belisarius deigned to take a look At a squabbling down in Hell. A second was all his surveying took; Then he said, his voice clear as a bell--
"There's still no need to change our plan To watch Bergman films and sip Port. Hell's ravings are merely a flash in the pan-- To Force we've no need to resort."
Viola said in a dulcet voice pure, "With you I thoroughly agree." But Starbelly felt somewhat unsure-- "Perhaps Hell I should see..."
[Grammar corrected] [ 12. September 2002, 01:33: Message edited by: Belisarius ]
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Belisarius
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Belisarius smiled with indulgence-- "If you want, of course, down you may go. But why one should stand Hell's effulgence Is something I don't care to know."
"Hell is nothing to us," Viola said, "Though its excesses sometimes amuse. Why get near a mob so ill-bred; Your senses you shouldn't abuse!"
"True, Hell can't hurt us," Starbelly replied, "But the feelings of others may hurt. So I must cross the chasm wide And battle the rude and pert."
So benevolent was Bel, that even though The Thread's title was based on his name, He kindly let Starbelly go To acquire inevitable fame.
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Stoo
Mighty Pirate
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So the star-bellied Neil went down into Hell, "Attack, attack," he cried, "attack!" And armed with hugs, smiles (and a tinkly-bell) He broke the gates and forced them back.
Inside, he shone and hugged and tinkled, The minions found themselves forced to flee. He pulled out glitter-tubes, and sprinkled Silver stars in the lava sea.
But then, behind him, the gates slammed shut, The Sith Lord Nightlamp wheezed "You sap! You fool! You imbecile! You mutt! You have rushed straight into my trap!"
And with a cackle that shook the walls, The Hell-host enveloped himself in his cloak, And when the air cleared, Neil found those halls Of hell were empty, save for the smoke.
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Belisarius
Lord Bountiful of Admin (Emeritus) Delights
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Neil was uneasy, but too brave to flee, When suddenly Nightlamp returned. He looked as angry as angry could be; The ground beneath his feet burned.
"A truce is declared!" the fiend did shout, And of bile he spat a huge wad. "I have find out what it's all about-- So get the **** out, you great sod!"
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Belisarius
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"We warned Starbelly," Viola observed, "That he would be wasting his time. Such attention Hell's never deserved-- For the whole Board I'd not pay a dime."
"Be that as it may," Belisarius said, "He has sparked my interest in deeds. Let's recount Old Board Stories before they are dead-- On publicity fickle Fame feeds."
"There plenty from Hosting," Viola agreed, "And others may join in as well. As long as they write with the wit we so need, The posts can come even from Hell."
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Belisarius
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"For now, I will recall a thread At which I would fondly look. Through the worst of luck it now is dead, Though two disasters it took.
"The Story Relay was a treat With humor and kitsch to spare. Rodents, Smilies, and Humans would meet; In-jokes and subtext they'd share.
"But Sheila was its brightest light-- A beautiful hamster bold. A Rodent Diva her birthright, Her exploits had to be told."
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blackbird
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vain tried her best to upstage her, but true charlie was not called away. and while hjalmar was sometimes a bother, they shared make-up and stockings each day.
twas rodrigo who made her heart flutter, though his vanishing made her head spin. that was simply the price of unlearning, hamster pride! hamster sloth! hamster sin!
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Belisarius
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and Anonymous gave the plot Some romance for those with that taste; Villainous plans Mr. Big soon begot, But they were thwarted post-haste.
Quetzalcoatl appeared on TV; Headless Joan Rivers became. Vomit Boy proved heroic to be; The Edinburgh Fringe stayed the same.
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blackbird
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oh, there were biscuits, volcanoes and caves, traffic hissing on rainy black streets. there were ray-guns and mirrors, a black ace of spades, but with walri surely none could compete.
no deed, for rev. wantwill, was ever too dark, no soup challenged crafty hopsing. but if we had to listen to owens and clark much longer we'd all have stopped typing.
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Belisarius
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The Smilies mentioned also appeared In a Big Brother parody; The social dynamics were noticeably weird-- They were not One Big Family.
got the boot as soon as could be; was deemed without use. was too bland, while all could see 's history of rubber abuse.
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And yet mighty Stoo did stew and ponder, Weak and weary like a game show contestant, Where hid the fair prize he sought, perhaps far yonder? Sitting 'neath the feet of some wise Protestant?
For fair-haired Belisarius, snoozing gently In Heaven's comfy, reclineréd La-Z-Boy, Hath dropped the remote control o so spently From flacid, Cheeto-stainéd hand, a toy
Brave Stoo desired deeply, spurning materialism 'Midst contentious Ship-mates adrift in posts, Awash in downéd servers and American imperialism, So prickly-footed, dodging cats and hosts
His sinewy grasp exceeded his reach and lo! The remote control now was his! Rejoice! The muttering Hell-crew too umbrage down below And vowed deep in warm beer cups, their voice
Wouldst now be heard, the remote control, theirs! No poltroony, lily-featured Heaven's git Would master the infernal TV set! Heirs Infernal, forever! they screamed, Of vengeance it
Now was planned, and lovely Stoo, the shining Paragon, was connived to be besmirched! Craft Nightlamp, bilious Sarkycow, whining Tomb, bemoaned their failure to rhyme "besmirched."
Their plans found'ring 'pon reverent Stoo's Boy Scout, Pearlescent honor, in joyous triumph, remote Held high, sorry Hell-crew tongues stuck out, In searing Envy's flames their flabby hearts afloat.
-------------------- "The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd." --Quentin Tarantino, Pulp Fiction
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Belisarius
Lord Bountiful of Admin (Emeritus) Delights
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Weep, ye Nymphs, for the forlorn Stoo, For Danger was much more near. While what with the remote he pondered to do, A Giant did suddenly appear.
For the mighty Coot reared his spectacular form-- A New Heaven Host created! With his manly height several times the norm, He thunderingly berated:
"Rash mortal! How dare you in Impudence take An object that's Heaven's own!" His stentorian tones made the landscape quake And the very atmosphere groan.
Poor Stoo was frozen in icy terror By the glorious Coot's harangue. He feared that in punishment for his error He'd be crushed into meringue.
[added stanza] [ 08. October 2002, 20:46: Message edited by: Belisarius ]
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Belisarius
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The splendid Coot's shadow now Stoo's foot touched-- Stoo tried not to faint; To the remote he spasmadically clutched As a penitent to a Saint.
While trapped within this mindless fear His fingers twitched at random; But as the Coot came more and more near Three buttons got pushed in a tandem.
Behold! Blinding streams of light Made even the Coot shield his eyes; When the massive being regained his sight He saw an amazing surprise.
For the comely Stoo had been elevated-- Now no mere mortal he. With Heaven's Hosts he now could be rated As a demi-deity!
-------------------- Animals may be Evolution's Icing, but Bacteria are the Cake. Andrew Knoll
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Belisarius
Lord Bountiful of Admin (Emeritus) Delights
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Belisarius and Viola saw What Stoo had just become. This brand-new godling, untested and raw-- Could they keep him under their thumb?
"I hope he doesn't run amok," Wise Viola said; "Such a promotion might bring bad luck, And have fluffy posters see red."
"I am not yet concerned," Belisarius said, "Such novices we can control. If such as beings as we could be sick in bed, We could still safely plot out his role."
[Grammar corrected ] [ 28. October 2002, 15:26: Message edited by: Belisarius ]
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"Aha" answered Viola, with a smug grin "The role we can give him is this: We'll keep him from both'ring us ever again Make him host of the new Knockout Quiz.
"For surely it promises plenty of tricks To keep our new host occupied. With links to be checked and board code to be fixed And at least twenty pages beside."
-------------------- All shall be well And all shall be well And all manner of things shall be well.
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Belisarius
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"Excellent plan, if I may say so," Belisarius agreed. "Into the Quiz Thread Stoo will go For as much time as he need."
The two noble Hosts unraveled the thread To its full supernatural length; The Numerous tangents on which it had fed Provided e'en more tensile strength
They then dropped it all on the unprepared Stoo-- He was instantly caught in its web. It stuck to him like paper to glue; He struggled, but his strength soon did ebb...
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Stoo
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"Alas! Alack!" cried Stoo, "I'm sure To perish midst a swarth of links! I've many things to do before I catch my final forty winks!
With quiz threads, Tigglet's online-nookie, And many a random boring thread, At this rate, I will indeed be lucky To make it out before I'm dead!"
And so, young Stoo henceforth proceeded To correct, edit, check and delete And to Belisarus' whim conceded, He set about his fearsome feat.
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Belisarius
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The Quiz Thread Stoo was able to leave After sloughing though many posts. His exit made some Immortals grieve, For his labors amused many Hosts.
The next stop, a Refuge for insecure posters, A respite gave to Stoo. Here were no Trolls or Hellish Toasters; Barbs were far and few...
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Belisarius
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"He'll stay for a while," was the comment given By Viola as Stoo thus relaxed. "He's now as stressed a sinner unshriven, His faculties have been so taxed.
"Yea, minutae have done their work In taming this young recruit. Other tasks he will consider a perk And thank us for them, to boot."
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Belisarius
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Time thus passed, Stoo knew not how much, When suddenly words broke his snooze "You have deeds to do and acts and such! Quickly--you've no time to lose!"
Startled, Stoo rose and was startled to see A being of mysterious air. Rum and Uncanny he looked to be; His features seemed stern yet fair.
"A Long-Lost Thread we must revive! My sword must be regained! Into new threads now we must dive! Later, all will be explained."
Stoo barely had time to bid farewell To the denizens of this mild land Before Wood pulled him on like a Sinner from Hell-- New journeys were now at hand.
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Stoo
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"O, what the thread? And where the sword? And who is the master of the uncanny and rum?" Young Stoo's head was full of discord And he felt an urge to phone his mum.
But, no, be bold, be strong, be brave, For the Lord is with you (or something like that) Stoo's blood ran cold - he'd have to save The sword, or pull something else out of the hat.
"But where to start the search?" he asked "In Purgatory, AS or hell? Needs must impart, and impart fast, The answer to the question well!"
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Belisarius
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"In Hell, of course," thus proclaimed Wood-- A flagrant plot device. Will it bring Hellish posts?--from the Hellhosts it should; Those show-offs need not be asked twice.
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Belisarius
Lord Bountiful of Admin (Emeritus) Delights
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But Lo! With the suddenness one would expect, Changed was the Heavenly Realm. Viola was snatched by that proud Elect The Administrative Helm.
Bel and Coot, though, soon again settled In lording o'er Heaven's folks, Tidying threads and not getting nettled At appearances of lame jokes.
Meanwhile, young Stoo and the mysterious Wood Were getting closer to Hell, That place with which no PR firm could do good No matter the claptrap they'd sell.
-------------------- Animals may be Evolution's Icing, but Bacteria are the Cake. Andrew Knoll
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Meanwhile, teaching Stoo in his Welsh Gothic mansion, The Uncanny One surveys all the changes, Noticeably free from worry and tension, His collection of relics, he arranges.
"Young Stoo," says Wood, "through it all My place shall survive - mark me well - The Fortress of Arrogance never shall fall, Shall outlast Heaven, Purg, Styx and Hell."
But Stoo, he's not listening - he looks to the sky, His gaze fixed over Wood's shoulder. "Well, out with it, lad," is Wood's tetchy cry, "What? I am getting no older!"
But Stoo only points, too dumbfounded to speak, And he points and makes primate-like noises, At the spaceship which draws closer like some alien freak, Its engines now drown out their voices.
-------------------- Narcissism.
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Sarkycow
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All Stoo can do is gibber and drool, Then pale, and sway, and fall flat. Wood sighs impatiently and then Pulls smelling salts from his hat.
But when young stoo he does awake The boy can shed no light, For out the window all is fine; Just a swirling misty sight.
Bold Wood suggests a walk to clear Young stoo's addled mind. So off he trots to get some air, Leaving The Master behind.
-------------------- “Just because your voice reaches halfway around the world doesn't mean you are wiser than when it reached only to the end of the bar.”
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Stoo
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Some time later, Stoo returned, his head unaddled and cleared, But to his horror, he quickly learned That Wood and his mansion had disappeared.
"Oh no!" Stoo cried, "Not this! My lord! This is a horror most ungood! First goes missing, the GBF sword, And now is gone my master, Wood!"
Stoo collapsed in dispair and grief, His head resting on the iron fence, But in time, he set resolve and gritted his teeth, He knew he must leave for the Fortress of Arrogance.
"A band I need, some merry men To aid and abet me on my path I shall tarry here for volunteers, and then We'll start our Odyssey, facing the journey's wrath."
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Stoo
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Days had past, and Stoo had found No-one willing to follow his lead. He listened for clues, but the only sound Was that of passing tumbleweed.
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Sarkycow
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For the cunning Captain Simon J Had found a way to distract Stoo's would-be helpers and the like From finding Wood intact.
He plucked an idea from the boards And made it all the rage To put on costumes, learn your part And play act on the stage.
A Nativity play was just the thing To make the forget poor Wood. Whilst the time was drawing near When he'd be gone for good.
Even stoo was caught up in The fun and frolics now Watching, hoping and cackling now Was Captain J's partner, the Cow.
(Thanks Nunc, for the rhyme!)
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Belisarius
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Thus overwhelmed was the hapless Stoo By the Board of Nativity. Out of vanity Herod the role he did do; Fatally distracted was he.
For Wood the unfathomable still was lost; Hope of rescue decreased by the hour. Stoo received accolades--but what was the cost? Was success now beyond his power?
[typo] [ 26. December 2002, 16:26: Message edited by: Belisarius ]
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Stoo
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And then, the Nativity drew to an end, The season of Advent was over. Stoo realised that he had abandoned his friend, And alone, quickly set off for Dover.
(A ferry, he had to catch, that day, You see, he felt sure that Master Wood was in Calais)
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Belisarius
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Stoo thus sailed, quite unknowing Of any fame acquired, Until was sighted a small isle showing Where worshippers had retired.
"Rejoice," cried they, "O S.A.S., Our idol has arrived! O Stoo, your humble fans please bless-- Fulfill our quest contrived!"
Stoo blushed faintly, still not used To wielding Heaven's cachet. Quickly he struggled at les mots justes For the greeting he was to say.
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lanky_badger
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What then, pray tell, what happened next? How will the tale unfold? In Heaven and Hell, we all are vexed: O please dust off the mould
Of the mighty tale, so we might learn Of heroes and of harships Of battles, castles, cities burned Of finishing one's parsnips.
Wouldst think, with all the time I've had My rhyming would be better Forgive me that it is so bad, You should, this is the way in Heaven.
Dust off the ages, write on Scribes Who was the Saviour, what the plan? Think back to times gone by, describe How Heaven's people were not damned ...
-------------------- "He had to accept the fate of every newcomer to a small town where there are plenty of tongues that gossip and few minds that think" Victor Hugo, Of Myriel. Chapter I, Les Miserables.
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Oh tell us please do! This story of yours The adventures of this mournful day Pick up the tail in the port of Calais where Wood does reside so they say.
Upon the boat our young hero did speak And tell of his quest once again When a shadowy figure caught his eye And raced round the boat in the rain.
Young Stoo did pursue the figure he saw All over the deck of the ship Until in the light he glimpsed the face And drank from the flask on his hip.
The person before him, he knew it was so Was the only one to hold the key To unlock the dark door of fate And solve this whole mystery.
(hey! this isn't as hard as it looks!!!)
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Belisarius
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Stoo finally caught up with his quarry, Grasped its billowing cloak, and then Tore off its hood--he was not sorry, For he had now discovered Sven!
The unnatural imp of the tribe of Moose Was balanced on perilous stilts, But with his capture both came loose Like dead leaves when greenery wilts.
By its fuzzy antlers Stoo grabbed Sven-- "I have you, Betrayer of Wood! Tell me his fate, or tonight will mark when Your existence is stamped out for good!"
-------------------- Animals may be Evolution's Icing, but Bacteria are the Cake. Andrew Knoll
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lanky_badger
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meanwhile, in the future, shipmates looked on in horror, pity and dread for some sorry poster started, anon an everlasting sentences thread
the clever folk got it, always with ease and replied with witty remarks but i got confused: my replies, oh no! please! i've not got the hang of this lark.
some noble man began a wise thread everything written in rhyme everyone liked it, but they all said isn't this wasting our time?
-------------------- "He had to accept the fate of every newcomer to a small town where there are plenty of tongues that gossip and few minds that think" Victor Hugo, Of Myriel. Chapter I, Les Miserables.
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Young Sven, he ummed and aah-ed there And drew his Snickersnee Stoo let him loose, so they could fight And he could issue mercy.
Round and round the rugg-ed deck Our heroes bold both did rove; First one was up, then one was down, And on and on they drove;
On, through the watches of the night, Both man and moose did fight; Their swords rebounding from the o'rt When slashed with all their might.
On through the wee small hours they went, Where none could see their plight, Until, at last, another came, As it was getting light:
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it was not 'alf bad, another coming for as stoo and sven both wearied from fighting now became confused their hetero-sexuality queried ...
-------------------- "He had to accept the fate of every newcomer to a small town where there are plenty of tongues that gossip and few minds that think" Victor Hugo, Of Myriel. Chapter I, Les Miserables.
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The new one was a lady fair She spoke to Stoo so soft We'll never know what she did say But we know she went aloft
Into the Crow's Nest she climbed up And when she was ascended She sent a signal to the crew Re: where this journey ended
The crew aweighed* and sail-ed out Upon the foaming deep They left fair France and all her ports Whilst they were still asleep
Young Sven, the moose, was not perturbed By sudden change of course He went on fighting with He'v'n's Stoo Though he was losing force
And on and on, and on and on, The two young men fought round The mast and rigging and, to wit, They did not make much sound
But Stoo was holding back his strength For one, last, final blow; He knew where-fore the Ship was bound - Where Sven could never go
And so the Ship, she sail-ed on (With Captain, crew and all), Past lonely islands in 'La Manche**' And through some minor squalls
At last they came to country fair, And Stoo didst use his pow'r, To force, at last, submission from This moose he'd fought for hours
The city fair where they didst land Was Dublin called, by name This was the place where, the do say The moose now has his fame
*aweighed = weighed anchor **La Manche = the English Channel in French
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In this fair city Stoo did look For both the moose and man In all the pubs and all the bars To find them if he can
So traveled he around the isle Til saw he a field of gold And standing there an Angel bright Who told him the tales of old
Of shipboard hopes and shining stars Of magi travelleling long Of memories deep in every ship mates heart When listening to the song
At once he knew this Angel fair And reconised Miss Molly The quest for Wood is easy now Stoo repented of his folly.
To find great Wood, he knew now so well Is easy if he tries, For Molly Dillon is with him now In all his Memories
(awful rhymes!)
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Stoo looked out on what had passed Looked over all his troubles He welcomed here his newest guest But was she Molly-coddled?
-------------------- "He had to accept the fate of every newcomer to a small town where there are plenty of tongues that gossip and few minds that think" Victor Hugo, Of Myriel. Chapter I, Les Miserables.
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"Molly, what do you know of Wood?" Stoo asked in polite tone "All that i know", came Molly's words "Is that he's not at home".
-------------------- "He had to accept the fate of every newcomer to a small town where there are plenty of tongues that gossip and few minds that think" Victor Hugo, Of Myriel. Chapter I, Les Miserables.
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Selah
Meanwhile our hero Belsar'us Was taking forth his plight (For Heaven was invaded by A dark demonic sight)
He stood before the door he found - It was both tall and wide - And, trembling, he standed there (For Erin was inside)
The wood was dark and old and stout; No sound could pass its board; Our hero bold, he look-ed up And Bel said, "Oh, my Lord!"
And so it was that he did pray Whilst kneeling on the mat He thought about his mission And held onto his hat
Then Bel decid' to enter in And so beheld the croc With leaden loop hung from its jaw And Bel began to knock
"Fair Erin," said our hero bold, As open crack'd the door; He slipp'd inside the fortress great And spoke to her once more.
"My lady, I have got grave news No-one knows what to say; Nor Hosts of H'v'n, nor Hosts of Hell This monster now can slay"
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The Saintly host we must bring in This Curse^d monster to slay Brave Nunc, Fair Maddie, and Motherboard Must come to save the day
Our Hero Bel did run to the Saints And pleaded for their advice Their request was fair but harsh to find A moose, named Sven their price.
The whole ships fate rests on the Moose, And Bel with Young Stoo did seek him O'er hills and Dales, Fields and Towns, They wandered 'til skies grew Dim.
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