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08/Feb/2011, 01:02 AM
"The dwarves invented them and wrote them.....</font>"

</font>The Hobbit, A Short Rest
to Moon-letters and Silver Pens in the heart of the Lonely Mountain.
Please come in and participate in the The Running Rhyme and a new revamped
Never Ending Story.</font></font></font> Games will run for a couple of weeks or
until my ale barrel is empty. Rules will be posted accordingly.


</font></font></font>The Running Rhyme</font></font></font>
Oi! Rules...
1) Every post must be two lines long and no longer.
2) Basic rhyme scheme of, aa, bb, cc, dd etc..
3) The second line of every post must have a word chosen and made bold. The next poster must use this word in their first line and then bold a word in their second line.

Oi! Example...
1st post
Who fell from the rugged cliff?
A funny orc on a warg named Biff?

2nd post
Funny fool is all he is
Did he crack that thick skull of his?

etc., etc. ...

Oi! Please...
Wait for at least 2 other posts before posting again.
No signatures unless of course it rhymes and is used as one of your lines.
No bumping The Running Rhyme. (Ha ha ha do folks still do the bump??)
No EDITING</font>

Anyone is welcome to start the poem with a theme of their choice.

Have fun!</font>

Baingíl Randír
09/Feb/2011, 01:05 AM
Long ago in a land of green</font>

There lived a rather silly queen</font>

09/Feb/2011, 03:23 AM
She had two hairs on her silly head
One was alive and the other was dead</font>

10/Feb/2011, 02:12 AM
One hair she named Charley
And the other Marley

10/Feb/2011, 02:17 AM
Along with each other they did not get

Which caused their father Harley to fret</font>

Baingíl Randír
10/Feb/2011, 02:25 AM
And their mother Carley was not too proud</font>When the father joined in the fights (he was loud),</font>

Edited by: Baingíl Randír

10/Feb/2011, 03:52 AM
Father hair lived under the queen's arm pit
While mother hair lived where the queen did sit.

10/Feb/2011, 09:09 PM
Mother hair did not like her place,
For it was smelly and she had no space.

11/Feb/2011, 12:29 AM
So she decided to move from her smelly home,
And across the queen's body began to roam.</font>

Baingíl Randír
11/Feb/2011, 02:40 AM
Across her back and to her head,</font>Where she tried to revive the hair that was dead,</font>

11/Feb/2011, 03:20 AM
But on her way she met a tooth
she hadn't seen since her youth

11/Feb/2011, 11:24 PM
So she stopped to talk with the tooth a while -
He always used to make her smile,</font>

12/Feb/2011, 04:46 PM
But he wasn't as bright as he use to be
He was yellow and kind of wig-u-lee.

Edited by: Drifa

16/Feb/2011, 09:43 PM
So she grabbed his yellow enamel,
And pulled him free with a mighty yell!</font>

Baingíl Randír
16/Feb/2011, 09:46 PM
The silly queen did also yelp,</font>

When tooth came free, and called for help,</font>

Edited by: Baingíl Randír

16/Feb/2011, 10:15 PM
But no other teeth could help at all,
They were fastened in place in a gummy wall.</font>

16/Feb/2011, 11:19 PM
A torture place ruled by the evil Plaqueto
with his minions Gingivitis and Periodontitisto</font>

Baingíl Randír
17/Feb/2011, 12:33 AM
The minions bit and kicked and scratch</font>

All but the tooth the hair did snatch</font>

Edited by: Baingíl Randír

17/Feb/2011, 01:01 AM
Snatch and pull it up the nose
escaping from the evil foes</font>

18/Feb/2011, 09:00 PM
But not from Plaqueto that evil bug
Up the nose he followed he dug

19/Feb/2011, 12:23 AM
Chased the queen and her tooth right up to the brain,
But she wouldn't let the evil Plaqueto end her reign!

Baingíl Randír
19/Feb/2011, 04:13 AM
She sneezed and blew the evil fellow</font>

Right out her nose with heaps of yellow</font>

19/Feb/2011, 12:35 PM
So Plaqueto was trapped in heaps of gooey mess,
Which launched onto a bystander's dress,</font>

19/Feb/2011, 02:13 PM
"Oh gross', said a girl with big feet below her dress
and began to dance to dislodge the mess.</font>

Edited by: Drifa

Baingíl Randír
20/Feb/2011, 05:46 AM
Her dance was unsteady because of her feet,</font>So she fell and knocked over the silly queen's seat,</font>

20/Feb/2011, 01:15 PM
The seat toppled over along with the queen,
And she fell all the way to the ground, lush and green.</font>

21/Feb/2011, 03:33 PM
Mother hair fell to the ground between the blades of grass
The queen rose to her feet, one less hair on her ass

23/Feb/2011, 03:31 PM
The hair did not seem to rise,

And Plaqueto put on a cleverguise,

25/Feb/2011, 05:24 PM
A guise made of moldy cheese
and through the grass he slipped with ease</font>

Baingíl Randír
26/Feb/2011, 03:11 AM
Until a snake slipped after him,</font>

With no more interest than a whim,</font>

26/Feb/2011, 01:48 PM
And on a whim, he ate the cheesy disguise,
So the evil Plaqueto met his demise!</font>

Norin Deathfoot
26/Feb/2011, 03:33 PM
The dancing girl was evil inside,

And so the queen with assistance did provide.

Edited by: Norin Jenfoot

Baingíl Randír
27/Feb/2011, 02:52 AM
The queen did provide a cape with a hood,</font>

The dancing girl, who then understood...</font>

28/Feb/2011, 06:17 PM
.. who responsible for her big feet
and why she must don the cape to unseat</font>

28/Feb/2011, 08:14 PM
The Queen's great enemy. So she did don the cape,
And vowed not to let the Queen's enemy escape</font>

Baingíl Randír
28/Feb/2011, 09:48 PM
She wished the enemy nothing but harm,</font>And her first act with cape was to go and alarm...</font>

Haldor Avaronil-Luiniel
28/Feb/2011, 10:01 PM
Raise the alarm and call upon her men
Who came swiftly, and stood quiet in the midnight din.

28/Feb/2011, 10:18 PM
While she swiftly issued orders
Of how to attack the protected borders</font>

01/Mar/2011, 12:16 AM
"The Queen must be protected!" they cried,
"And the enemy must not be let inside!"</font>

02/Mar/2011, 04:50 PM
The girl with big feet must stand by the door
tripping the enemy if through it they pour</font>

02/Mar/2011, 07:06 PM
Pour like mustard what a nasty mess
Until like an empty bottle there were less and less

02/Mar/2011, 08:06 PM
Meanwhile Plaqueto was inside the snake,
Then it suddenly started to shake

Baingíl Randír
02/Mar/2011, 08:33 PM
And shake and shake and shake with fear;</font>Plequeto could not get him near</font>

Norin Deathfoot
02/Mar/2011, 09:47 PM
Near the dancing girl, lay the snake's corpse.

When Plaqueto from the dead snake burst forth!

Tuthor Avaronil Laegiel
02/Mar/2011, 09:47 PM
With Plaqueto standing near to thee,And oh so foul, and so smelly.

Edited by: Tuthor Laegiel

Baingíl Randír
03/Mar/2011, 04:38 AM
The foul Plaqueto made his move;</font>He really wanted to change his groove...</font>

03/Mar/2011, 08:47 PM
He changed his guise,
And waited for his foul allies...

Tuthor Avaronil Laegiel
03/Mar/2011, 09:06 PM
His allies came but were no help,</font>

As Plaqueto fell, with a yelp!</font>

Baingíl Randír
04/Mar/2011, 01:16 AM
He fell into a deep dark place,</font>

In which he yelled and begged for grace...</font>

05/Mar/2011, 04:03 AM
Cause there stood Gollum in his grace, bent
ready to turn the ear Plaqueto, ready to vent</font>

Tuthor Avaronil Laegiel
05/Mar/2011, 05:07 AM
And what did Plaqueto hear in his ear?
The sound of fat Dwarves, enjoying their beer.</font>

05/Mar/2011, 02:35 PM
Gollum hissed at a fat dwarf and his beer
'Sss beware, Plaqueto in near'</font>

05/Mar/2011, 02:43 PM
But the Dwarf kept on chatting and enjoying his beer,
He did not know Plaqueto or care that he was near,

Norin Deathfoot
05/Mar/2011, 05:26 PM
He cared only about the drink he was consuming

And about the food that he would later be spooning.

06/Mar/2011, 12:15 AM
So Gollum crept closer and grabbed the Dwarf's beard
Ouch! cried the Dwarf - for his precious beard he feared,</font>

06/Mar/2011, 12:58 AM
Ouch indeed! said Gollum with a gasp
hissing and sssing like a starved sneaky asp</font>

Baingíl Randír
06/Mar/2011, 01:42 AM
The sneaky Stinker asked the Dwarf to say</font>

The answer to three riddles. Dwarf said, "Away!"</font>

Tuthor Avaronil Laegiel
06/Mar/2011, 03:57 AM
This riddle is tricky and bittersweet,</font>Like the smell of Davey Jone's feet.</font>

06/Mar/2011, 05:52 AM
But the dwarf could smell something fishy
So he stepped back into something squishy.</font>

Norin Deathfoot
06/Mar/2011, 11:55 PM
The squishy thing he stepped back on was Plaqueto

For by this time he was as small as a mosquito.

07/Mar/2011, 12:19 AM
He was no longer hard, yellow or evil
And much to small to create an upheaval

Tuthor Avaronil Laegiel
07/Mar/2011, 01:17 AM
And so he headed to his backyard,</font>

And drank great beer, he chugged in hard.</font>

Norin Deathfoot
07/Mar/2011, 01:46 AM
"Great Lord Almighty! What is this stuff?"

And he spat the bad beer out onto his cuff.

07/Mar/2011, 06:12 AM
The beer stained his coat and sleeve
He sighed, dirty clothes was his pet peeve</font>

08/Mar/2011, 04:20 PM
Over his clothes he obsessed
And Plaqueto's mood soon transgressed</font>

Baingíl Randír
08/Mar/2011, 08:18 PM
Plaqueto's mood made him dive into the beer,</font>

and yell to the Dwarf, "It's very nice in here!"</font>

08/Mar/2011, 08:38 PM
"Get out of my beer you.." yelled the dwarf, although he was kind and nice,
"You make my beer taste weird" and with a yelp Plaquetoflew out, making the weird taste decrease.

08/Mar/2011, 09:21 PM
Plaqueto flew through the air
landing in the queens hair</font>

08/Mar/2011, 09:32 PM
The queen screamed in terror and flailed about
In a desperate attempt to shake Plaqueto out,</font>

Tuthor Avaronil Laegiel
08/Mar/2011, 09:51 PM
But she could not force him out or throw him down,</font>

So she smashed him, with her crown.</font>

08/Mar/2011, 10:10 PM
Plaqueto cried out, smashed twixt crown and head
It was clear that the good queen wanted him dead!</font>

Edited by: Raven

10/Mar/2011, 09:20 PM
'Not a good way to die', Plaqueto thought,
'I repent for what bad things I have wrought'

10/Mar/2011, 09:52 PM
But what he wrought, he could not change
A bargain with the queen he wished to arrange</font>

10/Mar/2011, 10:39 PM
So he cried to the queen as he clung to her hair
"Please stop trying to kill me, it is most unfair!"</font>

Tuthor Avaronil Laegiel
10/Mar/2011, 10:44 PM
Please he begged, earnestly,</font>

But the Queen looked at him, disgustedly.</font>

10/Mar/2011, 10:59 PM
Her enemy looked back at her and she began to frown
As pathetic Plaqueto clung on to her crown</font>.

10/Mar/2011, 11:39 PM
Just then mother hair reached the crown where Plaqueto clung
and with all her might towards him she swung</font>

10/Mar/2011, 11:44 PM
Knocking Plaqueto off his perch
No longer could he the queen's head besmirch!</font>

11/Mar/2011, 03:28 PM
He was gone and mother hair was home
or at least until the queen used her comb</font>

11/Mar/2011, 08:52 PM
At least Plaqueto is gone,
And there is much to do before dawn</font>

12/Mar/2011, 11:47 PM
For the mother hair feared much the brush
That the queen always brandished in her morning rush.</font>

13/Mar/2011, 01:54 PM
The brush always pulled and yanked at poor mother
Twas the brush that took out her little brother</font>

14/Mar/2011, 01:58 PM
And it took the lives of her mum and dad,
Oh, make no mistake, that brush was bad!</font>

14/Mar/2011, 08:06 PM
<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">There was no way to escape,
<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">But then mother hair started to gapeEdited by: Delumor

15/Mar/2011, 01:23 PM
Gape in terror at the razor that swung by the queen's head
Alas twas not by the brush that the hair was now dead</font>

15/Mar/2011, 01:44 PM
Sliced was the hair from her very feet
And she floated down the ground to meet.</font>

15/Mar/2011, 02:15 PM
At the ground she blew and blew and blew
And the hair it flew, it did, it flew</font>

15/Mar/2011, 02:35 PM
It flew up up up and became, Super Hair
A hair with a score to set square</font>

15/Mar/2011, 02:41 PM
A score with the razor, her new mortal foe
To the ends of the earth to find it she'd go.</font>

15/Mar/2011, 02:47 PM
Lucky it did not take much to find it,
So the hair quickly began to bind it</font>

15/Mar/2011, 03:19 PM
- bind it good with a rope made of rust
The blade thrusting, cussed in disgust</font>

15/Mar/2011, 04:11 PM
Thrusting and twisting, it tried to get out,
But the hair bound it tighter and gave it a clout.</font>

18/Mar/2011, 02:21 PM
The tighter the hair had the razor bound,
The more the razor wanted help from a hound.</font>

19/Mar/2011, 02:15 PM
But the hound was off some where chasing geese
The razor's only hope was from the barber's niece.</font>

20/Mar/2011, 01:31 AM
It hoped she'd be kind as she had been before
And that she'd stop the hair binding it anymore</font>,

Baingíl Randír
20/Mar/2011, 02:12 AM
But the niece did not want to stop, for her wish</font>Was to grow her hair long enough to catch a nice fish...</font>

Edited by: Baingíl Dagda

20/Mar/2011, 02:17 AM
For there was one type of fish that was attracted to hair,
But touch it with their hands, even the bravest wouldn't dare</font>

20/Mar/2011, 12:45 PM
For its skin was poison and its touch was death
And the niece was not ready to draw her last breath.

20/Mar/2011, 02:34 PM
To draw a last breath by touching a fish was indeed not in her plans
So rescuing the razor she killed the fish with it instead of her hands</font>

21/Mar/2011, 02:02 PM
But the hair binding the razor saw the niece's own hair
And was jealous and outraged by what it saw there!!</font>

21/Mar/2011, 02:14 PM
It saw her blonde locks, so luscious and long,
And the jealousy grew though she knew it was wrong.</font>

23/Mar/2011, 01:37 AM
It grew, but the side that knew did not see green, instead
it saw a defender of all that was sacred upon the head</font>

02/Apr/2011, 09:50 PM
Then the headless hair with a great leap shoots
and lands in between the niece's blonde roots</font>

Baingíl Randír
18/May/2011, 04:40 AM
And dragged the girl to distant lands</font>

With shifting, sparkly, silver sands</font>

18/May/2011, 09:54 AM
Where the moon shined silver in the sky
And the girl, far from </span>home, began to cry</font>

Edited by: Raven

20/Jun/2011, 06:16 AM
But home was ruthless and cold of heart
And told her they'd be forever apart</font>

Baingíl Randír
20/Jun/2011, 06:17 AM
But after forever and also a day,</font>

If she by that time had the money to pay,</font>

20/Jun/2011, 10:59 AM
Then that money, perhaps, could buy her back in
To the home that she loved, to be back with her kin</font>