steve1223 Poetry (718)

My friends I warn you
When to the market you go
Don't trust the goblins
For their morals are low

The goods they sell
So shiny and bright
To you and your land
Will bring nothing but blight

Their apples in baskets
Look shiny and red
But cut them open
And inside they're dead

These beautiful oranges
So juicy and round
Give them a tap
And hollow they sound

The cheese you think
Looks tasty and nice
But look much closer
They've been nibbled by mice

These goods are rotten
One and all
Don't buy from the goblins
Please heed my call

The day before the wedding all the women got together to prepare the wedding feast. As was the custom all the villagers would be there. Because it was their beloved Mara not one person would think of not attending. Even Ewald who had not left his home for the last six months due to a crippling disease would get carried to the Meeting Hall on a special chair. There was no way that he was going to miss this, the wedding of the century. The beloved Mara and the handsome hunter Hulderic the White Wolf, favourite of the Gods.

The young girls were to go to the forest to pick Fliegenpilz. That is a special mushroom that has a red head with lots of white spots. If it is not prepared the right way they can be quite deadly however the people of Hamburg had the secret recipe. Prepared that way it would give them a certain kind of feeling that can be best described as floating on air. If too much of this Fliegenpilz is consumed then the results could be catastrophic because the user could start seeing things that were not there. Once someone had that much that they thought they could fly and jumped off the cliff. Therefore the use is now strictly controlled so that can never happen again.

As the girls were foraging through the woods Floretta yelled out. She had discovered at least twenty of these prized Fliegenpilz growing under a Pine tree. There was excitement as this was almost half of what they were looking for. Quickly they gathered them together and continued to look. Mara was the next one to find four of them growing together. There might only have been four but these were of a tremendous size. Rarely were they found this large.

Gerda and Herta found one each and Kathrin found two. Mara found the last three grouped together. This they decided was enough for their needs. They were not the type of people that would continue taking more just for the sake of taking. They had so much of the day still left due to such good foraging that it was decided there was time left to gather some flowers for extra decorations. There were so many flowers that it was hard to decide which ones were suitable.

Finally they decided that it would be easier just to take a few of each and decorate that way. They filled baskets full of beautiful flowers that were so aromatic that they were almost becoming light headed. It was decided to head back so that there would be enough time left to prepare the Fliegenpilz for the celebrations.

When they arrived back they delivered the Fliegenpilz to Luitgard and Ottilie who were the experts in preparing them. They quickly set about the task. This method of preparation was an old secret that was handed down only to a select few. First they had to remove the skin leaving no trace behind. Then they had to.....Oh no I cannot reveal the secret so I will have to stop here describing it. Suffice it to say that they prepared it exceptionally well for the wedding the next day.

Order, this meeting is called to order
Is there anything to be brought up
From the happenings of last meeting
I see there's not, so let's move on
What new things do we bring up
Who would like to be the first
To start telling their story
Not all at once, please raise your hand
And I will pick the first speaker
Yes I recognise you, Billy Boyd
I yield the floor to you now

I tried so hard to please my love
But nothing I did would satisfy
She'd shout and curse and even hit
And many days to tears I'd be
She would go out to meet a lover
I would have to watch the children
And then she'd laugh right in my face
While telling me all gory details
I can't take more, this is too much
But don't know what to do now

The assembly was hushed, could hear groans
While Billy Boyd his story was telling
Teary eyes while listening to
The story that he was telling
So many there could feel his pain
Their life not much better
And one by one up they went
To each tell their own story
At the Lost Boy's Club

The wedding moved ever so closer. Mara could barely wait especially since the time when she thought that she had lost her beloved
Hulderic the Wolf. Hulderic had become quieter and more reserved since the incident. Maybe it was because he suddenly realised that he could so easily be killed and that he was not invincible.

Usually when a person was given their name it would stay with them until the day of their death. It would have to be an extremely rare circumstance for a name to be changed and this is what this certainly was. Huldric's name was to be changed. All were gathered at the Meeting Hall to hear the Shaman speak. He strode out on the decking in front of the Meeting Hall. Slowly he looked at all the gathered villagers and coughed before he began.

"As you all are aware of the incident that happened that led to Hulderic the Wolf becoming snow white I need not reiterate'", there was a groan throughout the assembled as they knew that he would "But I just need to say that being swallowed by a Schlange and then still living, well that is a miracle. Not just a miracle but intervention from the Gods. Poor Hulderic the Wolf could have been digested in the belly of the Schlange and not stand here amongst us today."

The groaning grew louder however the Shaman chose to ignore it. It was not often that he could pontificate and he was rather fond of hearing his own voice. He believed that they should be grateful to hear him speak, nay not only grateful but should actively encourage him to disseminate his profound wisdom. So having convinced himself, not that he needed to try too hard, he continued to speak for the next thirty to forty minutes.

"And in conclusion" you could hear an audible sigh run through the gathering,"I would like to add my own blessings to this extremely lucky man. Getting back to the main reason that this meeting was called is that the Gods have given me a clear instruction that Hulderic the Wolf's name must be changed. They have told me that his name from this day forth shall be Hulderic the White Wolf."

A stir went through the villagers. To be called Wolf was not too uncommon, however, a white wolf was the rarest creature alive and to be named as such has never been heard of. Hulderic the White Wolf was indeed blessed by the Gods. Mara was so proud that she could easily have burst open. For hours after she still went from villager to villager to talk about this momentous event.

Who is this man dressed in black
And the words he throws around
Some he rhymes and others don't
He pleases himself that way
The things about which he writes
Could be something near and dear
Then again, on the other hand
Could be nonsense brought to life
Some are meant to elicit tears
Cause story told of sadness
Others to bring tears of joy
With lots of laughter to follow
Some tales of fairies and elves
And others of hell's damnation
There's cats chasing foxes
And Grim Reapers reaping
Of holding up ice cream vans
And stories of love that are true
So many tales he's written
Who is this man dressed in black
And the words he throws around

Yee haw, wind in my fur
Hot sexy lover chasing me
He is one hot looking cat
Flying cross the paddock
I can see some humans there
Makes me laugh to see their stare
Mouths wide open, ogling us
What's so funny about us
A cat and a fox
We make a lovely pair
Our kids will be so special
And on chicken they will dine
Easy to climb the fences
Look out chickens for our kids
Here comes the long grass
I'd better slow down
Now is the time for loving

I pushed and heaved and in it went
Last of the load, the big elephant
What a job, had taken so long
Almost one hundred years had passed

Noah! the voice from heaven had called
For me thou shalt build an Ark
An Ark Lord, I cried, an Ark
What, for goodness sake, is that

On and on the Lord did go
Giving me these instructions
Three hundred cubits long by fifty wide
An reaching thirty cubits high

Now I'm not a young man anymore
I've reached a nice age of five hundred
To be asking me to do this job
Ah well, if the Lord says it, it must be done

What, that's not all, what more is there
To fill it up with animals of all types
Fill it up, two by two till all inside are
And no animals dare I miss or I'm in trouble

One hundred years to build this Ark
So much gopher wood to be collected
And even though my neighbours laugh
On we keep building for the Lord has told us so

Sky turned grey and looks like rain
But on the Lord I was waiting
Noah, came the voice, get thee and thine
And into the Ark you'll be going

In I went with my dear wife
And Shem, Ham and Japheth
In ran their wives not to be left there
And the Lord reached down and shut us in

For forty days and forty nights
On and on the rain kept coming
Higher and higher the water rose
No land there was left in sight

Lightning flashed and thunder roared
And the Ark kept on rocking
One hundred and fifty days
Even above the mountains we floated

All this time we had much work
The animals needed feeding
And even us, we felt so sad
Knowing that nothing was left living

And slowly waters did subside
On land once again we were stepping
The Lord promised never again
To drown this world with water

This world once again
I saw grow and prosper
New generations spreading out
And far across the world they travelled

Now I've reached nine hundred and fifty
These years sit heavy on me
Tis time I think, to leave this life
And go to meet my maker

I want to be
With my Honeybee
Out in the garden
With the flowers

There is so much room
to flit from bloom to bloom
In this garden
Full of tasty nectar

We'll make love til dawn
On soft dewy lawn
In this garden
Full of laughter

Happiness is all around
Together we are bound
In this garden
That is our life

Taste of love upon lips
Feel of love upon skin
Smell of love in the air
Spring is everywhere

Come back Foxy baby
You're so damn hot
She is racing cross paddock
And I'm in hot pursuit
Catch me if you can
She yells over her shoulder
I try to put on extra speed
But she is Speedy Gonzales
See the humans watching us
Mouths hanging wide open
Almost lost my stride
To see this funny sight
Then we reach the high grasses
There I catch my Foxy babe
Our love is consummated

He pulled up at the farmer's house
Hoping to spend the night within
The car was barely limping along
Motor huffing and wheezing

The farmer looked him up and down
And scratched his whiskery chin
I might find some room for you
But a bed you'll share with Lucille

Now he thought quickly and the devil won
A sly grin he tried to hide
Said that he could agree to that
And the bargain now was struck

Was time for dinner to consume
A table laden for feasting
Around the table sat six girls
To names he was totally oblivious

With which one of these lovelies
Would he spend the night
Whiling away these nightly hours
Attempting to gain entrance to heaven

He was lead outside to a little shed
Twas there he'd spend the night
Once inside his eyes popped out
There was Lucille in all her glory

Skin so pink with nipples showing
Feet so tiny and dainty
Only problem that he could see
Lucille was a great big brood sow

Hopes dashed and spirits sunk
He went and slept in car
Not knowing that all the time
Six girls for him were looking

Today I sit at water's edge
And try to catch fish for dinner

A fish for dinner is a must
Because starving I don't fancy

The line is taut and pulling
And I think I've caught one

My mouth is salivating
In anticipating fish dinner

Damn that fish got away
And seems hungry I'll be staying