Open Poetry #45 |
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The Traveler's Tale #6 |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA ![]() |
Upon such little trifles, mon- A life is spared or lost. Ye'd better mind yer manners, lad- Ye can't afford the cost! Ye've spilt me ale, ye clumsy oaf- An' foolishly ye laughed! An' now ye put yer 'and to sword- Why, laddie, ye are daft! So be it, then! En garde, ye rogue! A tit calls fer a tat- I'll try and make it short an' sweet, To end our bloody spat. Ye've used a blade, 'tis verra plain. Fer tha' I'm mighty glad- Fer if I killed a clumsy fool, Then I'd be passin' sad. Ah, 'twas a mighty pretty move- An' quite a blade ye carry... Toledo, I am fairly sure- Faith! 'twas a lovely parry! Ha' done! We've tarried long enough I must be on me way- 'Tis more than passin' 'ard I find, This cheeky oaf to slay. What's at ye say? Apology? An' would I feign accept it? Aye, lad, you swing an 'andsome blade- Too late ye almost left it. Aye, I will lift a cup wi' you- Ye say you'll buy the ale? 'Tis more than fair, I'll do me share- And spin a Traveler's Tale. |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
You are a natural storyteller. This is very well written, John, with rhythm and sound that match the tale perfectly. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Sounds like the cowboy has some interesting Scottish memories. Ida |
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