back_file (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} back_file) wrote,@ 2005-03-13 09:32:00 |
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Poem-Filk
filk when the wind blows cold
and filk on a summer's day
filk the song stuck in your head
and mold the tune like clay
Filk the battlefields
Where fighters hit with sticks
And stay away from archers all
rarely do they miss
Filk til the laurels cry
and stop the pels say "Nay!"
Filk as the knights come for your head
and filk to keep bards at bay
Filk with a drink in hand
be it beer or cider or wine
Filk round a fire in dead of night
Filk it all the time
filk when the wind blows cold
and filk on a summer's day
filk the song stuck in your head
And filk to keep bards away
filk when the wind blows cold
and filk on a summer's day
filk the song stuck in your head
and mold the tune like clay
Filk the battlefields
Where fighters hit with sticks
And stay away from archers all
rarely do they miss
Filk til the laurels cry
and stop the pels say "Nay!"
Filk as the knights come for your head
and filk to keep bards at bay
Filk with a drink in hand
be it beer or cider or wine
Filk round a fire in dead of night
Filk it all the time
filk when the wind blows cold
and filk on a summer's day
filk the song stuck in your head
And filk to keep bards away
