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  • #64944
    Joy
    @dekreel
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      Okay, I guess I have to tag someone now…


      @sam-kowal
      Β  Write a poem about Ninja Gypsies. @ethryndalΒ  You can still do it, too πŸ˜€

      You can pronounce it however you want.

      #64950
      Rochellaine
      @rochellaine
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        @dekreel Oh, hahaha!Β  I didn’t know you detested pickles!Β  I am sorry for you, that you will never know the pure joy that comes with eating a pickle whose

        lumpy yet suave skin absorbs juicy tanginess

        πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ Great poem

        "Sylvester - Sylvester!"

        #64980
        Joy
        @dekreel
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          @rochellaineΒ  Oh, good, I was accurate! XD

          Yes, they don’t smell good, and I’m not planning on biting into one any time soon. So I’m sorry XD

          You can pronounce it however you want.

          #64997
          Rochellaine
          @rochellaine
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            @dekreel If you are afraid of the sour vinegar taste, why don’t you try sweet pickles?Β  They taste very different. πŸ™‚

            My cousin didn’t try ice cream until he was twelve because he thought it looked disgusting.Β  He missed twelve years of eating what he now loves! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

            • This reply was modified 6 years, 9 months ago by Rochellaine.

            "Sylvester - Sylvester!"

            #65004
            Sam Kowal
            @sam-kowal
              • Rank: Knight in Shining Armor
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              @dekreel

              Twas the night before Thursday

              When Stan was reciting philosophical truths

              Nonsensical tidbits of no real use

              From various sages, Aristotle and–who?

              Names I could not understand

              They confounded my head

              I told Stan “Stop, or I’ll pound you instead”

              But all of my threats were to no avail

              It’s hard dealing poundings to beasts with hard scales

              And so sadly I walked away into the night

              Stan’sΒ  ramblings giving me serious fright

              I thought, perhaps, he was lost for good

              But then my heart fluttered

              Like spring butterflies

              And a fiery light lit itself in my eyes

              I had thought of a tale that would make Stan forget

              All of the ramblings Socrates had beget

              Make Plato crack on the floor in a china mess

              And throw Nietzsche into nihilistic distress

              I ran back to Stan like a crazy man

              And screeched at him “Stan, stop your speeches

              They suck on my sanity like overgrown leeches

              Instead I do beg you, hear the tale of a people

              To whom belonged the great hero Meeple

              Their names are the Ninja Gypsies–”

              “Stop right there,” quothe Stan, but I carried on

              “Please while I talk do not eclipse me

              For I will speak quickly

              and tell you the tale of Meeple, the Ninja Gypsy.”

              I cleared my throat

              And as Stan’s eyes brightened I began to feel hope

              “Twas the night before Monday,” I began with a smirk

              “When deep in the shadows a Gypsy did lurk.

              Meeple was young, but he rose in the dead of the night

              To practice his punches and practice his fights

              The endless slam of strikes and slaps

              Rang in the dark while other Gypsies napped

              And Meeple never sat for food or rest

              For he longed to go far away on a quest

              As the Gypsy wagons rolled over the country

              And the other Gypsies told fortunes for money

              Meeple swang swords in deadly swipes

              All day he practiced, and through the night

              One day the Gypsies set up a great exhibit

              And invited all to come in it

              And people came from far and wide

              To see what the Gypsies had inside

              The show was serious

              And with commands imperious

              the Gypses told Meeple

              To stay far away

              But then Meeple forgot

              And off he clopped

              Swinging his sword like a person deranged

              As he passed eyebrows lifted

              All thought him strange

              But then Meeple ran and he

              crashed straight through the canopy

              Under which the great exhibit took place

              His sword ran through the space

              And the fabric was reduced to ribbons like snakes

              The gpysies all roared with a terrible cry

              And ran at Meeple and cried

              “Enough with your slashings and dashings, we say

              You’ve ruined our show now please go away”

              And Meeple just blinked

              And sat down to think

              And then he arose and without a peep or a drone

              walked away into the great unknown

              For he thought to himself

              “I don’t fit in

              With people who won’t fight through thick and through thin”

              So he went far away

              to another land

              And there he found another race of man

              The ninjas they were, in robes black as night

              And skilled as he was, Meeple could best none of them in a fight

              And he fell on his knees

              And begged the ninja please

              to take him in, and teach him their skill

              And he would study it

              With a will

              And so the ninja took him

              And made him their own

              And Meeple fought hard and became greatly renowned

              All through the land.

              One day the fair Meeple set out on a quest

              To find treasure, or wisdom, which he thought best

              And so once again, new sword by his side

              He journeyed over the country wide

              Until one day he came to a camp with a fire

              But no one was roasting marshmellos, their situation was dire

              for a dragon fierce was assaulting the camp

              (I’m sorry, Stan, but the truth is the truth, as your philosophers would understand)

              And this beast was tearing

              the whole camp apart

              The screams of the people

              struck Meeple’s heart

              And he dashed into the thick

              His sword drawn high in the air

              And he slashed at the dragon

              Until the beast became scared

              And lashed out at Meeple

              But Meeple had ducked

              and straight to the belly of the dragon had snuck

              And when the beast beheld how close Meeple was to his weak spot

              Horror didst swell him and he rose and he leaped off

              into the sky, without saying Goodbye

              And Meeple just glared and then ran to the wounded

              but luckily found no one

              Who would be soon dead

              But he did find a pretty little maid

              With her night-black hair fallen out of her braid

              And he helped her to her feet

              And looking at her, could not speak

              For her eyes struck him

              But she hushed him and said that her name was Leepl

              And showed him around the remains of the camp

              then Meeple’s face with shock was stamped

              For the people were the Gypsies, his own long lost race

              and he had just saved them from losing their faces

              They rose and they thanked him, still shaking with fear

              But Meeple just said “I’m glad I was here”

              For his ninja skills at long last

              had done them some good

              And he knew now that they understood

              So Meepl continued on into the wild

              But Leepl the Gypsy girl went with him awhile

              And at long last, Meepl took Leepl

              Into his arms and they were married

              And they journeyed far away into the world

              And had many children, five boys and five girls

              And Meepl taught them all

              The ninja’s art

              But a different people they were, and always set apart

              For the blood of the Gypsies always ran in their veins

              And fighting as ninjas, they were never the same

              And after long days

              The children of Meeple and Leepl

              Had kids of their own, and they formed a new people

              Roaming in the hills and valleys deep

              Fighting and defending

              Those who pass through their keep

              And legend says if you listen today

              You can still hear the chopping and whirring

              Of one of Meepl’s great grandsons, his sword always stirring

              Slashing and crashing through the air

              So that he, too, dragons might scare

              And that is the story

              Of the Ninja Gypsy people

              And how they descended

              From Meeple and Leepl

              And how they became known far and wide

              All the way on the world’s other side.”

              And with that I ended my tale

              And looked up at Stan

              but he was already gone

              out dancing on the lawn

              Waving a spatula like a mighty sword

              and kicking and flipping like a ninja lord

              And with a sigh of relief, I saw his philosophy books

              Deep into the corner, they had been pushed

              And eagerly I sat down

              On Stan’s ripped couch

              And with a laugh of glee

              Shooting forth from my mouth

              I opened up the books and began to read

              Glad that Stan had been tricked by my lead

              And had run off, inspired

              While I could read the philosophy I so secretly wanted

              Until I was tired

              And so I flipped open the pages

              Having convinced Stan away

              And took the books for myself

              While Stan outside played

              And that is the tale

              Of the night before Thursday.

              Oh my, I’m just realizing now that I can finally read

              This philosophy really is boring enough to make my eyes bleed

               

               

               

              πŸ˜€ Okay. There’s my epic about Gypsy Ninjas.

              I tag, @rochellaine

              To write a poem about…Β blue hair. Good luck ;P

               

               

               

               

               

               

              *Giarstanornarak tries to melt chair*
              Also, Daeus has 22 turtles in his signature.

              #65030
              Joy
              @dekreel
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                @sam-kowalΒ  *shrieks* *barely stops herself from slashing the computer screen*

                This is amazing.

                This. Is. AMAZING!!!

                AAH, and Stan! And Meeple! GAH! I was laughing so hard! X’D

                I can’t fangirl enough

                • This reply was modified 6 years, 9 months ago by Joy.

                You can pronounce it however you want.

                #65040
                Rochellaine
                @rochellaine
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                  @sam-kowal Wow!Β  That was a long story.Β  πŸ™‚ The romantic side of me sighs happily at the good ending for Meeple and Leepl. πŸ˜€

                  Blue hair?Β  Thanks a lot! *sarcastically*

                  Let me get back to you on that…

                  "Sylvester - Sylvester!"

                  #65066
                  Ben Powell
                  @supermonkey42
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                    @sam-kowal

                    Forget about the Odyssey, or Beowulf, or the Epic of Gilgamesh. The Tale of the Ninja Gypsies shall go down in history as the greatest epic poem ever written, and you and Stan will one day be the prominent figures in the philosophy books of the future.

                    XD πŸ˜€ πŸ˜‰ Wow.

                    A Kapeefer for life!
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                    #65070
                    Joy
                    @dekreel
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                      @sam-kowalΒ  I agree with @supermonkey42. Right up there with Chaucer, too! He wrote adventure poems…

                      You can pronounce it however you want.

                      #65071
                      Joy
                      @dekreel
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                        @dragon-snapperΒ  Well… Daniel’s name also starts with a Da, so….. *cocks head*

                        You can pronounce it however you want.

                        #65075
                        Sam Kowal
                        @sam-kowal
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                          @dekreel πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ Thanks! I had no idea you would like it that much. XD It was fun to write. Stan and Meeple are fun characters


                          @rochellaine
                          πŸ˜€ Oh, I was thinking of putting a nice tragic ending in. But something stopped me at that last minute and I let them live pretty much happily ever after


                          @supermonkey42
                          πŸ˜€ Wow. Stan will be ecstatic over that high praise. I bet he’s already coming up with philosophical quotes. “Man’s dillemma rests on the existence of too many chairs. Burn them, and humanity will look again to the horizon of hope…”

                          *Giarstanornarak tries to melt chair*
                          Also, Daeus has 22 turtles in his signature.

                          #65091
                          Rochellaine
                          @rochellaine
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                            @sam-kowalΒ  That’s an AMAZING philosophical quote.Β  I quite agree.

                            Will you ask Stan if he likes this one?

                            “If there were no vacuums, how then would the carpets be cleaned?Β  If there were no credit cards, how would we buy things?Β  And, by the same token, if there were no dragons, how would we melt chairs?

                            "Sylvester - Sylvester!"

                            #65124
                            Rochellaine
                            @rochellaine
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                              @sam-kowal Here’s the Blue Hair poem you asked for…

                              (I really hope you’ve readΒ The Cat in The Hat because if you haven’t this will not make any sense!)

                              Thing One’s Lament

                              Oh, what a tragedy it is
                              To have brown hair,
                              When all the time you know it should
                              Be blue that’s there!
                              My hair was once a lovely shade
                              Of bright, bright blue
                              But now it’s just a drab, dark brown
                              What shall I do?

                              Once I was famous, as Thing One
                              You’ve heard of me
                              There were just One and Two of us
                              There were not three
                              We lived inside the book a man
                              Called Seuss did write
                              He made us get in trouble with
                              A big blue kite

                              The story was that we belonged
                              To one big Cat
                              He was the kind of funny Cat
                              Who wore a hat
                              He always took good care of us
                              And liked us, too
                              But when he let us play, a Fish
                              Got in a stew

                              The fish became our downfall, for
                              He hated us
                              And told us to stop wrecking things
                              (He made great fuss)
                              When we tore through the hallways and
                              Upset the shelves
                              He told the kids to lock us up
                              All by ourselves

                              We didn’t like that very much
                              Nor did the Cat
                              But it was not his house, so he
                              Let them do that
                              Although we were his pets we were
                              Not safe from harm
                              We might as well have lived on Old
                              MacDonald’s farm!

                              But that is how it should have been
                              For Doctor Seuss
                              Had planned from the beginning that
                              We’d no excuse
                              so that was how we lived our lives
                              Until that day
                              When JJ Brown destroyed our peace
                              In this cruel way:

                              He was a little boy of five
                              I’d met before
                              His mother read our book to him
                              Since he was four
                              And every time she read the book
                              We lived a day
                              But then that naughty JJ Brown
                              Caused us dismay

                              He opened up the book alone
                              Without his mom
                              And I thought that was normal so
                              I stayed quite calm
                              But then I saw that in his hand
                              He held a tool
                              Which would forever change me, Oh!
                              He was quite cruel

                              He placed the tool onto the page
                              And from it leaked
                              A color, and disaster over
                              Us it wreaked
                              The soft tip of the end he pressed
                              Upon the page
                              And colored Thing Two’s hair as white
                              As any sage
                              And then to me he turned and much
                              To my disgrace
                              My blue, my lovely hair was brown
                              Around my face!

                              Now I am just the shadow of
                              My former self
                              And since my hair is brown we stay
                              Upon the shelf
                              For no one wants to read a book
                              In which Thing One
                              Has hair of brown instead of blue!
                              I’m quite undone!

                              If someday I escape the world
                              Of make-believe
                              Oh, what a horror JJ’s destined
                              To receive
                              I’ll treat his hair in just the same
                              Way as my own
                              Turn brown to blue so that he will
                              Forever moan!

                              Thing Two, the sage that now he is
                              Does not agree
                              That ever such a thing was done
                              In history
                              But Doctor Seuss believed in
                              The impossible
                              And so do I, so JJ Brown
                              Expect trouble!

                              Now, I have not succeeded in
                              My hope as yet
                              But just as soon as I have done
                              The deed I’ll bet
                              That I will write and let you know
                              To your surprise
                              That JJ’s hair is bright, bright blue
                              Above his eyes!

                               

                              Goodness! This was not my best…But it was fun! Thanks for tagging me, Sam!

                              I tag @supermonkey42 to write a poem titledΒ Snow Makes Me Hungry

                              I also tag @jenwriter17 to write about anΒ Octopus Ball (meaning dance, not round object!)

                              πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

                              "Sylvester - Sylvester!"

                              #65133
                              Jenna Terese
                              @jenwriter17
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                                @rochellaine I have good childhood memories of cat in the hat; this brought a smile to my face πŸ™‚

                                you can’t imagine my face (or the pictures in my mind) when I read OCTOPUS BALL! So by this you mean a ball attended by octopi right?

                                goodness what did I get myself into…………:)

                                I'm a Kapeefer 'TIL WE'RE OLD AND GREY!
                                www.jennaterese.com

                                #65135
                                Rochellaine
                                @rochellaine
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                                  @jenwriter17 The Cat in the Hat is amazing.Β  He can do so many things, can’t he?Β  Except, of course, control Things One and Two…

                                  Yes!Β  That isΒ exactly what I meant.Β  A ball attended by octopi.Β  Have fun storming the brain!Β  (You think it’ll work?)

                                  You get ten more points if you can recognize and answer my quote with the last line of it. πŸ˜€

                                  • This reply was modified 6 years, 9 months ago by Rochellaine.

                                  "Sylvester - Sylvester!"

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