A Poem For Posco

[Benny_Fool 80]

Felix Featherfoot sits in his burrow, hunched over a piece of paper. Posco Bramble had asked him to write a poem for a book of his, and for an hour since he had sat at his desk and written the aforementioned poem. Much later, with a sigh of relief, he pushes away from his desk, grabs an envelope and heads for his door. Upon reaching the door, he stops to read his poem. The paper reads;

 

 

I've heard the tale of wheat and ale

I'm heading off to the Dales

To Lenfarthing

Oh what joy does it bring!

 

Flaxen fields, and flaxen hair

Oh do all the ladies look so fair

 

In Lenfarthing

Where merry haflings sing!

 

Friends carousing around the hearth

Laughing, and drinking with such mirth

 

In Lenfarthing

Where full tankards cling!

 

Simples days spent in the sun

in the fields where little folk run

 

To Lenfarthing!

Where true happiness is a thing!

 

After he finishes reading the poem, Felix walks towards Posco's burrow, humming a small tune as he goes into the night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Kaiser 2347]

"what....."

[Benny_Fool 80]

((Posco asked me to write a poem for a book he's working on, and I said I'd post it on the forums. So I did.))

[Bircalin 332]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.