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Post by song on Mar 6, 2006 14:19:23 GMT -5
Post Poems, riddles, and songs here to receive tokens! Depending on the quality, I will give you 1-15 tokens. Please specify if it is a poem, riddle, or song!
Have fun!
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Jess Willowfwirl Tamastru
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Post by Jess Willowfwirl Tamastru on Mar 9, 2006 20:54:09 GMT -5
A Song!
I'm A Likkle Squiggle Lass.
Oh I'm a liddle squiggle lass,
Clean and good as can be,
I don't give me mum any sass,
Oh proper, isn't that me?
I'm lovely in the mornings,
Singing all the time,
A few bad songs in the dawnings,
But my voice is right in chime.
Mum thinks I'm a fright,
She can hardly bear liddle me,
Few marmalade tarts are alright,
Never stealing, isn't that me?
I help dad with a few things,
Take away his load a bit,
Borrowing a bell that dings,
And a interesting tactfull woodchip.
I'm never bad at all,
Just a little honey so slippery,
A smidgen or two on the hall,
Oh no tricks, isn't that me?
I never interfere,
Don't disturb the elder's tea,
They never know I'm here,
Never interrupting, isn't that me?
Pinch a nut or two,
A little biscut maybe,
Of course I'm maidenly too,
Always respectfull, isn't that me?
Mum thinks I'm a useless pain,
Dad thinks I'm too carefree,
They both think I'm a strain,
Oh helpfull, isn't that me?
I think I'm a proper girl,
I'm afraid mum don't agree,
I always have my tail inna curl,
Oh the beautiful, isn't that me?
Oh I'm a liddle squiggle lass,
Clean and good as can be,
I don't give me mum any sass,
Oh proper, isn't that me?
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Post by Shadow Zalir ThunderClan on Mar 10, 2006 19:27:07 GMT -5
10 tokens!
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Tarka
Runaway
Art/Voy helper
Posts: 28
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Post by Tarka on Mar 15, 2006 4:39:35 GMT -5
Riddle.
A sun that is blind, a creamy white cheese,
Amongst an ocean far out.
From plain upon plain of invisible rain,
A mysterious object does sprout.
Look to the beaks, talons and feathers,
The origin of water, ice and the weathers.
It grows and it shrinks, has nary a state,
But often does vanish from sight, it is fate.
Answer: The moon.
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Tarka
Runaway
Art/Voy helper
Posts: 28
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Post by Tarka on Mar 15, 2006 5:08:13 GMT -5
Song
I went to a party,
A party I did go,
A crowd of hogs a jigging,
Dancing heal to toe.
Their spikes were all a rustling,
Their cheeks were rosy red,
They whirled and twirled around the place,
Until one stopped and said...
Bring out the barley beer,
The cake and lots of scones,
We'll have a feast for days,
To feed our skin and bones.
It will never stop,
For days and nights alike,
We can never eat enough,
You know I’m always right.
So the food was brought,
And lots and lots of drink,
They stuffed themselves for weeks and weeks,
They didn’t stop and think.
Then one fateful misty morn,
They plates were full and loaded,
They chomped their way through many pies,
Then suddenly they exploded.
Now heed what I say young rips,
For if you have a feast,
Don’t be greedy, don’t hog it all
You could die from what you eat.
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Post by Shadow Zalir ThunderClan on Mar 15, 2006 16:46:20 GMT -5
(Include the answer)10 tokens for the song.
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Tarka
Runaway
Art/Voy helper
Posts: 28
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Post by Tarka on Mar 17, 2006 14:17:37 GMT -5
Ok I have updated my post. Sorry I wasn't sure what to do.
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Post by Shadow Zalir ThunderClan on Mar 18, 2006 15:23:26 GMT -5
12! Never would have guessd it!
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Post by darion on Oct 11, 2006 13:49:20 GMT -5
The Poem of Seasons
In the summer it's hot,
In the winter it's cold,
In the spring it's all wet,
From the melted snow.
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Post by Eragona Treerose on Oct 14, 2006 15:06:28 GMT -5
That is a good poem! 11 tokens!
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