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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1785 on: February 14, 2022, 12:32:57 AM »
Pg 551

Shovels For Cash, Bustle In A Flash

"Hello," says the scout,
They shovel snow for dough.
To have the snow dug out,
Just pay for the elbows.

"For how much?" She asks,
Her suspicious eyes sweep.
The price for the task is
10 Kronas? That's very cheap!

The three get to digging,
They're plainly hard at work.
A hot drink a Swede is sipping,
While in the background he lurks...
A man left his Icelandic home
Escaped to Denmark to freely roam
With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1786 on: February 21, 2022, 04:30:56 AM »
Pg 552

Crazy Work To Pass Time By, Lazy Demolitions Guy

What are the guys doing?
Asks the inactive Swede.
Physical labour eschewing,
Working for money? No need.

There's plenty of time to kill,
Shovelling snow from the land.
He'd much prefer to sit still,
With cup of hot drink in hand.

To upgrade their lodgings,
With nicer rooms and lavish meals.
The cleanser exercise dodging,
Working is wasting time, he feels.

"Working is waiting," says Lalli,
"Get to it." He kindly declines.
He doesn't mind being called lazy,
As he leaves them to their designs.
A man left his Icelandic home
Escaped to Denmark to freely roam
With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1787 on: February 28, 2022, 04:15:58 AM »
Pg 553

He's Not Shovelling Straight, But They Need Him To Translate

And so what about Onni?
Stop standing, pull your weight!
"No." is his reply, so lazy.
Hold on, just a second, mate.

His shovel in obvious flicks,
Lack of effort expending.
The mage says to the medic,
You know, he's pretending!

He's just swiping the surface,
And left the digging to the two.
He serves the translation purpose,
So they have to pay him his due.

Their business would be lacking,
Without the scout to interpret.
So they let slide his slacking,
Though it's blatantly overt.

A bit away from the diggers
And would-be tattle-tales.
With young Icelandic vigor,
A snow creation unveiled.

Black teeth and hollowed eyes.
Branching claws, great deadliness!
The shepherd a freak improvised,
With kitty, stick in readiness.

An ice monster is carved,
Using a staff to form the maw.
Many limbs,  enlarged,
Leaving the children in awe.
A man left his Icelandic home
Escaped to Denmark to freely roam
With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1788 on: March 07, 2022, 01:27:58 AM »
Page 554

Fire Him And Hire You? No Thanks, He Has No Desire To.

They're stuck with the kid,
Unless they fire him and hire Onni!
He'd be pleased to be rid of,
He'll get a bigger share of the kitty.

He won't be doing as Lalli did,
So the offer's worse than it seems.
Onni refuses the medic's bid,
And he leaves them to their scheme.

But before he slinks away,
He gets pelted in the head.
He yells at the children for their play,
Taking the reaming in Reynir's stead.

There's a nearby pond of sorts,
Just fit for the wild ducks.
Kitty's excited of course
And she's just trying her luck...

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Money For Nothing by Dire Straits (with a few changes)

Now look at that bozo, that's the way you do it
He waves the shovel like a busy bee
That ain't workin', that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and it's tricks, you see

Now that ain't workin', that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya, that guy ain't slow
Maybe get a display of a little effort
Maybe get a shovel on your snow

We got to hard sell shovelling cabins, keepin' Lalli for what he says
We got to move this precipitation, we got to pay interpreter fees

He's a little mascot with the image of the work on
Yeah, buddy, he's shiftin' air
That little rabbit's got no risk of back pain
That little rabbit doing laissez-faire

We got to hard sell shovelling cabins, keepin' Lalli for what he says
We got to move this precipitation, we got to pay interpreter fees

We got to hard sell shovelling cabins, keepin' Lalli for what he says
We got to move this precipitation, we got to pay interpreter fees

Looky here, look out

I should'a hired a guy to work hard
I should'a hired a guy who's dumb
Look at that Onni, how about we sack him and we hire ya my man?
We could pay you some

And he's up there, what's that?
Your Finnish voices?
For your effort we could pay you handsomely
He ain't workin', no he said, refused it
Get your money for nothin', and it's tricks, you see

We got to hard sell shovelling cabins, keepin' Lalli for what he says
We got to move this precipitation, we got to pay interpreter fees

Listen here
Now that ain't workin', that's the way you do it
He waves the shovel like a busy bee
That ain't workin', that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and it's tricks, you see
Money for nothin', tricks, you see
Get your money for nothin' and your tricks Lalli
Ooh, money for nothin', tricks Lalli

Money for nothin', tricks Lalli
Money money (money for nothing)
Money for nothin', tricks Lalli

Get your money for nothin', get your tricks Lalli
Get your money for nothin' and the tricks Lalli
Get your money for nothin' and the tricks Lalli

Look at that, look at that

Get your money for nothin' (I want my, I want my, I want my tricks Lalli)
Tricks you see (I want my, I want my, I wanted that Onni)
Money for nothin', tricks you see (I want my, I want my, I want my man Onni)
Get your money for nothin' (I want my, I want my, I want my tricks Lalli)
And the tricks Lalli (I want, I want my, I want my man Onni)
Get your money for nothin' (I want my, I want my, I want my tricks Lalli)
And the tricks, you see (I want my,  I want my, I want my man Onni)

Easy, easy money for nothin' (I want my, I want my, I want my tricks Lalli)
Easy, easy tricks, Lalli (I want my, I want my, I want my, man Onni)
Easy, easy money for nothin' (I want my, I want my, I want my tricks Lalli)
Tricks, you see (I want my, I want my, wanted that Onni)
That ain't workin'

Money for nothing, tricks, you see
Money for nothing, tricks, you see
« Last Edit: March 09, 2022, 11:55:12 PM by corncobman »
A man left his Icelandic home
Escaped to Denmark to freely roam
With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1789 on: March 15, 2022, 04:13:37 AM »
Pg 555

Stubby Paws Have Their Flaws

The kitty lays,
All playful-like.
Reaching she plays
With pawing strikes.

Stretching, unlucky,
Failed in tapping it.
But the ducky,
Isn't having it.

Sudden glances,
Away they flew.
Play is cancelled,
Kitty says boo!

Won't stick around,
Goodbye! - and then!
Sudden splash down,
Why, hello again!
A man left his Icelandic home
Escaped to Denmark to freely roam
With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1790 on: March 27, 2022, 08:57:17 PM »
Page 560

Scandinavian Pie
(based on Don McLean's "American Pie")

A long, long time ago,
I can still remember
How the Illness took away our smiles.
And I knew that our only chance
Was to adopt a hardline stance
And maybe close our borders for a while.
But February made me shiver,
With every paper I'd deliver.
Grosslings on the doorstep,
I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried
As I watched my friends get trollified.
But something touched me deep inside,
The day the Old World died.

So bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.

Did you know that books are rare?
You could get rich if you sell them there.
My employer told me so.
So our crew -- two Finns, a Dane, a Swede,
And a most best Norse girl who would lead --
They drove off across the bridge, reeeeeeal sloooooooow.
Well, inside a crate, a boy we found,
And we saved a kitten from a hound.
The ghosts chased us, it's true.
And they tried to murder the crew, hoo!
He was a lonely teenaged Finnish mage,
And he summoned Kokko's fiery rampage.
But we were filled with grief and rage,
The day that Tuuri died.

We started singin',
Bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.

Now, for three days, we've been on our own,
'Cause ice floes brought us far from home.
And Lalli's in my head with me.
Well, a Notoro tried to make us food,
And I shot it, but awoke its brood.
So we hid, and hoped they wouldn't see.
Meanwhile, the gang of ghostly clowns
Pursued us to this church we found.
The Pastor was a troll,
Not evil, in control!
And she exorcised that spectral horde.
Our two lost boys came back on board.
And we set off, our hopes restored,
The day that Sleipnope died.

We were singin',
Bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.

Helter-skelter, finally back to shelter.
Reynir trained to be a magic helper,
And Kitty went to school for caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaats!
We landed on Finland's grass.
The gull mage warned against gunshot blasts,
Because Surma's gonna hear you, and it's fast!
We survived a fight with Tankertroll,
And caught up with Onni and Tuuri's soul.
He told us of his prey,
And the three bears in the way!
Well, we flashed back to ten years ago,
When Hilja laid the whole town low.
Do you recall that day of woe?
The day that Ensi died.

She was singin',
Bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.

Oh, and there they were, all in one place,
Surma (with concrete for a face),
The Kade, and the bears again.
So come on, Swan be nimble, Swan be sleek,
Swan, show us where our foe is weak, 'cause
Shaking out its soul led to its end.
Oh, and as our grandma was uncaged,
Ma Bear fought Surma in a rage.
She nearly lost the war,
But Kadettes evened the score!
And as she mourned her cubs into the night,
She fell to pieces from her fight.
But they were reborn, to our delight.
The day the Kade died.

They were singin',
Bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.

We're stuck in Finland till next spring,
So we took a job snow shoveling,
To try and earn some extra pay.
I came in from the snowy yard,
Where I saw the guys just playing cards,
But they told me they had no clue how to play.
And meanwhile, here in the real world,
Our Minna Sundberg's plans unfurled.
The message she was sending:
The comic soon was ending.
'Cause the author I admire well
Has other tales she wants to tell.
And so I bid a fond farewell.
Today, this comic dies.

And we were singin',
Bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.

We were singin',
Bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1791 on: April 04, 2022, 01:02:10 AM »
Pg 556

Well Met, Dear Gull, Snowmobiles Shuttle

Splash! Splash! Scree! Scree!
Many seagulls, much din.
Causing trepidity,
Until jingull comes in.

Vroom! Vroom! Quick, quick!
Out the snowmobiles fan.
The shovellers still dig,
Does that look like seagull man?

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Pg 557

Not On The Dole, Just A Break For The Soul

Hello acquaintances!
Did the man get fired?
No, he's just vacationing,
One month a year's required.

A safe time to leave the station,
Nothing is moving, it transpires.
So it's time for relaxation,
Before he gets 'insanely' tired.

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Pg 558

Leaving Them To Gawk, Back To Dig Snow And Rocks

It has been decreed,
By the command chain,
That people on sentry,
Should not be insane.

So with that he leaves
The shovel-smiths ogling.
They can roll their sleeves
And get back to shovelling.

Meanwhile, in of doors,
Cards are shuffled and played.
Two decks or even more,
Held by the Swede, Cat and Braid.

Turn? Raising or staying?
Flop? Twist? Stick? River?
What game are they playing?
Reynir has no clue whatsoever.

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Pg 559

He Can't Figure Them Out, Neither Can The Scout

Reynir can't figure out
What the rules for this are.
So he moves them randomly about
Between the stacks of cards.

He thinks he's doing well,
Nobody's said anything so far!
As for Lalli, he can't tell,
He's also randomly discarding.

The rules they can't read,
They're both doing the same.
"I won!" says the Swede,
And that's the end of the game.

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Pg 560

Still Trying To Comprehend? Going Ham, The End

Is Emil explaining the rules,
Or is he just eating?
Is Reynir getting schooled,
Or is he just not conceding?

Meanwhile, Mikkel and Onni,
Conversing on their courses.
Over lunch and coffee
While enjoying their morsels.

Tucking in to a smorgasbord,
And a turkey drumstick tray.
Epilogue of the sell-swords,
In the hotel lunch buffet.
A man left his Icelandic home
Escaped to Denmark to freely roam
With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1792 on: May 19, 2022, 07:20:38 PM »
Light shines over me, guiding thoughts, inspiring words, creating beauty, fighting darkness
Light shines over me, guiding thoughts, inspiring words, creating beauty, fighting
Light shines over me, guiding thoughts, inspiring words, creating beauty
Light shines over me, guiding thoughts, inspiring words, creating
Light shines over me, guiding thoughts, inspiring words
Light shines over me, guiding thoughts, inspiring
Light shines over me, guiding thoughts
Light shines over me, guiding
Light shines over me
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