bits of poetry for a mod

[Jada]

Hi,

As some of you know, I am working on a bar/house mod. Lilith came up with the idea of a song for the place after seeing a moose mug that a friend made for it.

lilith

Hardy Nords are we

Come drink a pint or three

There’s no finer Inn to cook one’s goose

Than here at The Blind Moose! Huzzah!

So now I am looking for more moose themed bits to use as plaques, banners, ect.

A wee bit of intel on The Blind Moose:

The Blind Moose was built by a surviver of "The Auger Moose" ( A ship/pub that ran aground in a blinding fog while on its way from Yeyawiin to bravil, after sailing from Sadrith Mora and around the East coast)

[donnato]

Oh look, a thread...I`ll wrack my head ... for something cool to add.

...alas, I thought...it`s all for naught...my rhyming`s really...terrible..

[lilith]

Plyin' our mead pon the wide open seas

'board the Auger Moose me mateys an me

'til runnin' a-ground near Leyawiin Sound

Landlubbers now are we

It sounded better in my head.

Okay, after consulting with our resident Pirate donnato I've a new version!

Guzzlin' our mead pon the wide open seas

'board the Auger Moose me mateys an me

'til runnin' a-ground near Leyawiin Sound

shipless sailors now are we

Thank you donnato!

[Jada]

Lovely work

[Jac]

We drink a drink

To three-legged Stan.

Who walked like

Only a man can.

He'd brandish his sword

For all to see.

Whipping it out,

Causing most to flee.

Over the waves he flew

In a ship of stone.

With nary a place

To call his home.

He sailed far and wide,

A lady in every dock.

Always was he happy,

Going around the block.

One day his luck ran out.

He docked in a new port,

Forgetting to check his list

As he looked for new sport.

The master caught him

As he was lowering his sails.

And broke his sword,

Before he could turn tail.

So raise a glass

To Three-Legged Stan.

He would be here today,

If only he watched his ass.

[Jada]

Good one Boss

[Jac]

Ale and wenches

Wenches and ale.

All we need

Drinking on the benches.

When the ale is free

And the wenches doubly so,

Hold on to your ears,

For the songs surely flow.

We raise our glasses

High into the air,

Trying to ignore

The splinters in our asses.

The Blind Moose is keen

On keeping us happy.

For the old widow loves us,

The bastards of his dreams.

---

(I wrote this one for E)

A red bearded flask

For a red headed lass.

As fiery as the day is long,

Keeps a man warm the night strong.

Steely eyes stop a heart,

Shapely legs give it a start.

Quick to temper,

Quicker to care.

Don't try to hamper,

Or her fist you'll bear.

So raise a glass

To that fiery maiden.

Mind your cadence,

Lest she kicks your ass.

---

Ten thousand flasks

Raised in cheer.

Ten thousand fists

Holding good beer.

The time has come

To drain that glass.

One good swallow

Through the mouth it'll pass.

Don't spill a drop!

Chug it down.

Don't clean your beard,

Flick it around.

Drain our mugs,

Sing our cheer,

For we await

The next keg of beer!