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Coleridge's "Kubla Khan" in Limerick
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<blockquote data-quote="heka2015" data-source="post: 159187" data-attributes="member: 7351"><p>[USER=443]@Harte[/USER]</p><p>Don't judge me too hard, I am way out of my ballpark. X_x</p><p>Nevertheless I gave it a try.</p><p></p><p><strong>VOLUME I</strong></p><p><strong>LAYS OF THE GODS</strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 15px">VOLUSPO 1-9</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 15px">LIMERICKERIZED OF SORT</span></strong></p><p></p><p>1.) Hearing I ask, from the holy of races,</p><p>from Heimdall's boys, omnipresent in all of the places.</p><p>You shriveld Valfather, I get you right there,</p><p>the old tales I recall, good stuff we can share.</p><p>Remember those fellas, the utmost of bravest, long gone they are now, in the mist of the maces.</p><p></p><p>2.) Hark back I do, to the giants of yore,</p><p>who gave me some chew in the days of the lore,</p><p>Nine worlds, all mould in a tree,</p><p>Roots almighty, perfect to wee,</p><p>The problem, my bladder, I couldn't hold more, but most of those giants screamed shotgun long fore,</p><p></p><p>3.) Of old was the age, and space was not honed, when Ymir the dude once happily roamed.</p><p>No ocean in sight, not surfing quite right, and what bothered the most, not stoned.</p><p>The beaches and sun were activly lacking,</p><p>with Earth and the Heavens also been slacking,</p><p>the dude was still missing, the portended blessing, for weed to get finally cloned.</p><p></p><p>4.) In all of that rush, Bur's sons got it flush, to finally level the sand,</p><p>Mithgarth has been cast, with might it will last, made simply with their bare hand,</p><p>the Sun from the south, warmed stones of the Earth,</p><p>greening the ground with the greatest of mirth,</p><p>And lastly it's here, and Yimir allotted, to grow his green on thy land</p><p></p><p>5.) The Sun had a brother, moons sister she was, down south he shows patience, not bothered at all.</p><p>She's casting her way, bright clearly and sway, tumbling down on her right hand fall. </p><p>No knowledge she had, of her own homestead,</p><p>her brother the moon, had also no bed.</p><p>And worse, seems strangely to be true. There are no stars, out in the blue. Oh crap I said and realized all, they ARE still waiting down the hall!</p><p></p><p>6.) At last, but not least, we are looking for gods, resembling the sacred board.</p><p>The holy ones, the council I mean, with all the power at horde.</p><p>The noon got its naming, the moon set off waning,</p><p>and claiming is morning, the twilight as reign.</p><p>Though in the end, with not much to spend, the evening with night has been soared</p><p></p><p>7.) Sometimes they DO meet, the fearsome of gods, in middle of Ithavolls shrines.</p><p>Where temples rise high, and forges are set, to smithy the best of the mines.</p><p>Nice tools and tongs, they carefully normed,</p><p>from ugly to pretty all beautifully formed.</p><p>So WE all the sheeples, WE the common people, get all we deserve from devines.</p><p></p><p>8.) And when they were bored, peace all annoying, they started on tables the gambling and toying.</p><p>Of gold, no lack there was indeed, with all the sheeples needless deeds, of course, all aware and constant knowing,</p><p>until Jotunheims ladys, three were of 'em,</p><p>all clearly focused, came down for them.</p><p>Huge might they had, and I have to mention the added attention, as the girls turned extremly easygoing and openly showing.</p><p></p><p>heka</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="heka2015, post: 159187, member: 7351"] [USER=443]@Harte[/USER] Don't judge me too hard, I am way out of my ballpark. X_x Nevertheless I gave it a try. [B]VOLUME I LAYS OF THE GODS [SIZE=4]VOLUSPO 1-9 LIMERICKERIZED OF SORT[/SIZE][/B] 1.) Hearing I ask, from the holy of races, from Heimdall's boys, omnipresent in all of the places. You shriveld Valfather, I get you right there, the old tales I recall, good stuff we can share. Remember those fellas, the utmost of bravest, long gone they are now, in the mist of the maces. 2.) Hark back I do, to the giants of yore, who gave me some chew in the days of the lore, Nine worlds, all mould in a tree, Roots almighty, perfect to wee, The problem, my bladder, I couldn't hold more, but most of those giants screamed shotgun long fore, 3.) Of old was the age, and space was not honed, when Ymir the dude once happily roamed. No ocean in sight, not surfing quite right, and what bothered the most, not stoned. The beaches and sun were activly lacking, with Earth and the Heavens also been slacking, the dude was still missing, the portended blessing, for weed to get finally cloned. 4.) In all of that rush, Bur's sons got it flush, to finally level the sand, Mithgarth has been cast, with might it will last, made simply with their bare hand, the Sun from the south, warmed stones of the Earth, greening the ground with the greatest of mirth, And lastly it's here, and Yimir allotted, to grow his green on thy land 5.) The Sun had a brother, moons sister she was, down south he shows patience, not bothered at all. She's casting her way, bright clearly and sway, tumbling down on her right hand fall. No knowledge she had, of her own homestead, her brother the moon, had also no bed. And worse, seems strangely to be true. There are no stars, out in the blue. Oh crap I said and realized all, they ARE still waiting down the hall! 6.) At last, but not least, we are looking for gods, resembling the sacred board. The holy ones, the council I mean, with all the power at horde. The noon got its naming, the moon set off waning, and claiming is morning, the twilight as reign. Though in the end, with not much to spend, the evening with night has been soared 7.) Sometimes they DO meet, the fearsome of gods, in middle of Ithavolls shrines. Where temples rise high, and forges are set, to smithy the best of the mines. Nice tools and tongs, they carefully normed, from ugly to pretty all beautifully formed. So WE all the sheeples, WE the common people, get all we deserve from devines. 8.) And when they were bored, peace all annoying, they started on tables the gambling and toying. Of gold, no lack there was indeed, with all the sheeples needless deeds, of course, all aware and constant knowing, until Jotunheims ladys, three were of 'em, all clearly focused, came down for them. Huge might they had, and I have to mention the added attention, as the girls turned extremly easygoing and openly showing. heka [/QUOTE]
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