[CinoxTH]

Oh, King Galby of Helgrind,
He was stuck in a little bind.
The rebels were free, and there he sits
His bald head steaming, throwing baby fits.

And his poor dragon who can't get a dame
Because every other dragon had been slain.
So he sits behind the curtain with a gloom,
And so wanting to save his species from doom.

But Galby can't get a babe either,
For when he get's mad, their bodies wither.
And so they sit, watching time fly,
and both looking for anything to get themselves by.

But there was hope for the poor bastards,
They were two young babes, making their hearts beat faster.
But alas they could not get the lasses,
For those babes were after poor Galby and Shruiky's asses.


I am going to fix this up, and mabye gather a small band to compose this...

This post has been edited by CinoxTH: 24 August 2009 - 11:54 PM

[Katya]

I think this should be a rap xD I like the flow, and the uniqueness of the content. No angsty, whiny teen poems here! A plus, and this really made me smile.

This post has been edited by Katya: 25 August 2009 - 12:12 AM

[CinoxTH]

I think I might need a little help to expand this a bit...

[Katya]

Expand in what sense? Such as create a chorus, or instrumental accompaniment?

[CinoxTH]

Instrumental
Like, bards or something...