by Anthony W.
As the sun rises so does the squigglwok
All the knights give way
The king addresses in an loisy way
“The sky is ponge
And night has yet to come
Gather all your kinsmen
Fine beast for dinner and let it be done”
A simple task is it not
For no man has caught the squigglwok
Only sir Erin the lak
Has ever caught a squigglwok
“find me sir Erin”
The grangy king roared
All thorough trussels
Across distant hills
Came sir erin.
“My veedy king you called”
“chuggy your men and get my wok”
At once they did soar
Under the glamp sky
With only the stars to
To light their eyes.
Unpun the night have they watched
The frong beast called the squigglwok
Valiant they were, but to no avail
Two were flayed
By the beast’s tail
Swirlent blades clashed and breemed
At each and every seam
Hobbed were their faces
Wrept were their braces
Till the hero left unseen
Gumped he was by the wok
the men shrept in shock
It was done
They had failed
It seemed
All came to a close
But then the beast shrieked
The hero’s blade stug in its throat
With a pull it crashed and died
Leaving only two alive
They slagged on for two days
Hauling the heavy beast
Till they made it to castle
For the feast
As ever the grangy king roared
“to the honorable sir Erin
We commemorate this feast”
It was a very fine meal to say the least.
As the sun rises so does the squigglwok
All the knights give way
The king addresses in an loisy way
“The sky is ponge
And night has yet to come
Gather all your kinsmen
Fine beast for dinner and let it be done”
A simple task is it not
For no man has caught the squigglwok
Only sir Erin the lak
Has ever caught a squigglwok
“find me sir Erin”
The grangy king roared
All thorough trussels
Across distant hills
Came sir erin.
“My veedy king you called”
“chuggy your men and get my wok”
At once they did soar
Under the glamp sky
With only the stars to
To light their eyes.
Unpun the night have they watched
The frong beast called the squigglwok
Valiant they were, but to no avail
Two were flayed
By the beast’s tail
Swirlent blades clashed and breemed
At each and every seam
Hobbed were their faces
Wrept were their braces
Till the hero left unseen
Gumped he was by the wok
the men shrept in shock
It was done
They had failed
It seemed
All came to a close
But then the beast shrieked
The hero’s blade stug in its throat
With a pull it crashed and died
Leaving only two alive
They slagged on for two days
Hauling the heavy beast
Till they made it to castle
For the feast
As ever the grangy king roared
“to the honorable sir Erin
We commemorate this feast”
It was a very fine meal to say the least.
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