TomGrenn
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Inspired by Chris Sabion’s poem (and encouraged by my own success), I wrote something that should rhyme (there’ll be at least a second try).
If you don’t know all the words, don’t be afraid to consult a dictionary – it was very helpful to me!
Liberated from the demon’s cage
Where he was doomed to rot
He showed that he was really sage
And named what we forgot.
No artefact was unavowed
For every thing a saw
This knowledge was enough to goad
Me on to see him haw.
But every thing I brought to him
Was named and classified.
Alas, he almost seemed to brim
With lore - he beamed with pride.
He knew the ancient stories well
And tried to find a hearer,
Give him an inch, he’ll take an ell,
while evil’s drawing nearer.
O Cain the elder was afraid
Of being left alone
He sought the company and aid
And babbled with anxious tone.
This is the limit, no more drivels!
While he ceaselessly prattles,
I’ll bring him out, even if he snivels,
Where evil grimly battles.
edit: maybe I should add, this is not my personal view. In fact, sometimes I even expect to hear a story, a legend or an anecdote of his eventful life, when I hear this famous “Stay a while and listen”.
But imagine an adventurer, who never ever hears “O, that’s strange. I… I really don’t know this!” and who has to interrupt the monologue of this old man because the enemy is at the gates. Not only once, not only twice, no, every time…
If you don’t know all the words, don’t be afraid to consult a dictionary – it was very helpful to me!
Liberated from the demon’s cage
Where he was doomed to rot
He showed that he was really sage
And named what we forgot.
No artefact was unavowed
For every thing a saw
This knowledge was enough to goad
Me on to see him haw.
But every thing I brought to him
Was named and classified.
Alas, he almost seemed to brim
With lore - he beamed with pride.
He knew the ancient stories well
And tried to find a hearer,
Give him an inch, he’ll take an ell,
while evil’s drawing nearer.
O Cain the elder was afraid
Of being left alone
He sought the company and aid
And babbled with anxious tone.
This is the limit, no more drivels!
While he ceaselessly prattles,
I’ll bring him out, even if he snivels,
Where evil grimly battles.
edit: maybe I should add, this is not my personal view. In fact, sometimes I even expect to hear a story, a legend or an anecdote of his eventful life, when I hear this famous “Stay a while and listen”.
But imagine an adventurer, who never ever hears “O, that’s strange. I… I really don’t know this!” and who has to interrupt the monologue of this old man because the enemy is at the gates. Not only once, not only twice, no, every time…