Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 527

His Gods Unclear, Poor Sod Reynir

Onni knows not the lingo,
To reach Reynir's deities.
Only Finnish gods he knows,
To heed his magical pleas.

Reynir doesn't know runes,
He doesn't want to offend.
With his gods can't commune,
He's reached a dead end.

The Icelandic man downbeat.
He can only blindly pray.
Reynir concedes defeat.
Oh well, "Thanks anyway."

Finished the map reading,
They now have time to talk.
Only Lalli is needing to
Speak with old owl-hawk.

Lalli in ashamed mood,
His sideways glancing eye.
Pulling up tight his hood,
As the scout passes by.

Emil can't read his mask,
He watches. "Seriously,
To his cousin, he asks.
"What's his problem with me?"

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Pg. 528

Leave Him To Stew? This Will Not Do

Emil asks Tuuri and wants to confirm.
Why can't the two just get along?
She wonders if they are on bad terms.
As far as he knows, he's done nothing wrong.

Can Tuuri please ask? She can only try.
But the chances are he'll never answer.
Just leave him be and it'll pass by,
Forget his bad mood, the Finnish cat-mancer.

Sometimes a few months, he won't hold a grudge.
So maybe try to just leave Lalli alone.
She knows him best, perhaps the best judge,
This behaviour, the Swede will never condone.

If it were Emil, he'd get angrier more.
He won't be the one to ignore the thin scout.
Then the sole Icelandic walks through the door,
Looking like his wind has all been knocked out.

[corncobman]

Pg 529

What's He Saying? Apparently Praying

Reynir beseeches,
The beings upstairs.
Hoping it reaches, to
Gain good luck of theirs.

Most awkward is he,
Doesn't know what to say.
Bless you? No bless me!
Stumbling to pray.

This looks so absurd,
His fumbling, reaching out.
Sigrun stares afterwards.
What was that all about?

Praying to the beyond,
You folks do that, so did he.
Perhaps the gods'll respond,
If nothing else, out of pity.

[corncobman]

Pg 530

Pre-scouting Aerobics, Animals Look Phobic

Don't be wimp Reynir,
Gods hate people that.
They like those without fear,
So stop being a door mat.

Mikkel will pass it on,
Will most certainly.
To the Icelandic moron,
With hair strawberry.

As Sigrun enters back,
Scout's presence, they're graced.
Getting ready to track,
Stretch arms, legs and waist.

As ground touches finger tips,
Scattering critters scurry.
Birds through the air rip,
His eyes and face start to worry.

[corncobman]

Pg. 531

Dashes And Darts, Proficient Scout Arts

The scout departs,
Into the trees.
Watching as he darts,
Noting what he sees.

Dashing at pace,
Past shrub and brook.
To find any place,
Containing old books.

Quickly a speck,
As he races speedy.
At call and beck, of
Raiders and thieves greedy.

Clearing his route,
With artful gloved hands.
Alone, as it suits,
Getting on with the plan.

Past trees growing thickly,
With well-practised skill.
Now walking briskly.
Onto a clear part downhill.

Does he the elder heed,
Learnt protective blessings?
Let's hope there's no need,
While he's forth progressing.

[corncobman]

Pg 532

Perspective Wide, Making Strides

Highway deserted
Horizon beauteous
Scout introverted
Walking duteous

Vehicle behind
On downward slide
There to remind
Continue to guide

Pathfinder stalwart
Primary vanguard
Speed is his art
Feet make the yards

Leap and a hop
Onto the dirt
No time to stop
Continue onward

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I Can't Get No Catisfaction
(based on I Can't Get No Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones)

I can't get no catisfaction
I can't get no catisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

When I'm scoutin' on the road
Forgettin about all the all my woes
And these places are unexplored
Don't need no bad communication
I need to deal with my frustration

I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no catisfaction
I can't get no catisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

When I'm watchin' up ahead
Where no others go dare to tread
Nothing needs to be said
But he can't be a friend 'cause he doesn't eat
The same old cookies as me

I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no catisfaction
I don't want no interaction
Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no
I can't get no

When I'm running down the path
Now I'm seein' this and I'm markin' that
And I'm tryin' to do my work
Jump and slide ahead of the cat-tank down the bank
And when it's over I'll get no thanks

I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no, I can't get no
I can't get no catisfaction
No catisfaction, no catisfaction, no catisfaction

[corncobman]

Pg. 533

Can't Understand That, Featureless, Flat

Inside the vehicle
Discussing the landscape.
Horizon flat, soulless, dull.
It's a disturbing shape.

Flat land that's fertile.
Farmers highly valued.
Sigrun can't reconcile,
She doesn't grow any food.

It's hard to defend,
The featureless plains.
She can't comprehend,
With her warrior-like brain.

How long is this journey?
She asks the Finn chauffeur.
Mostly big roads foresee.
A couple of cities detour.

The bridge should be there,
According to reports naval.
A quick trip, few days fare.
She'll try as best as she's able.

[corncobman]

Pg 534

Surreptitious Set, Squirrel Secret

Travelling on,
'Till they make a stop.
When the day's done,
Mikkel fires up some slop.

Stove on the fire.
Charcoal wood burned.
Throw in meat acquired,
When Mikkel's back turned.

As it cooks through,
The hearty smells rise.
Checking the stew,
Secret squirrel surprise!

Back in it goes,
Stir suspiciously.
What they don't know
Won't kill 'em, you see...

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Cat Man Stew (based on Xanadu by Rush)

To throw in little squirrel and
To make the stew taste nice
To give some meat to feed the crew
And give the lunch a little spice

I had hunted in the woods for animals to eat
The squirrel from the tree
The cook didn't see, he had no clue
I killed the little critter dead and to the pot was thrown
Danish man unknown
Didn't know he got
Cat man stew

Cat man stew...

Improve this melted candle slop
Not fit for feline man
I fix the stew to have some bite
It's a brilliant plan
To throw in little squirrel and
To make the stew taste nice
To give some meat to feed the crew
And give the lunch a squirrel surprise

Too many days have come and gone and time has come to dine
Making dinner fine
All these crackers dry, aren't fit to chew
Even though they aren't my friends, I will do what's right
Making luncheon right
Delicious full pot of
Cat man stew

Cat man stew...

Improved this melted candle slop
Not fit for feline man
I fixed the stew to have some bite
Wasn't that a brilliant plan?
I threw in little squirrel and
I made the stew taste nice
I gave some meat to feed the crew
And gave the meal a squirrel surprise

I did a sacrifice

[corncobman]

Pg 535

Burning Begun, Go Mikkel Run!

The days rolling on.
Lalli keeps isolated.
There's no liason.
Swede friend frustrated.

Multiple stacks,
Books pile up high.
Deep in the back,
An endless supply.

Vehicle giving off smoke,
Too many collisions?
Taking a poke with
Her tools and provisions.

Kitty keeps playing,
As days turn to weeks.
Snow and pools straying,
More adventures it seeks.

Now the engine's on fire,
Need water bucket thrown.
Does it have to retire,
Do they have to walk home?

[corncobman]

Pg 536

Crossing States, Grossling Dates

Crossing the cat tank,
Bridge made of stone.
Like on a gangplank,
Across vast ocean alone.

A bleak house distant,
A group of silhouettes,
Nothing if not persistent,
The ghosts still follow yet...

As day falls to dark,
They appear in concert.
To leave their death mark,
On more flesh to distort.

In a dark corner remote,
From a gross meat hillock,
An undead horse or goat,
Emerges from the dead stock.

Casting a dark glance,
The beast turns its head.
There, making an entrance,
Some other thing of dread.

Unholy light it bleeds,
Glowing foul in the gloom.
Looking for a steed,
Or its flesh to consume?

[corncobman]

Pg 537

Handsy Horse, Handsy Horse
Take the flesh as if by force
Handsy Horse, Handsy Horse
The evil hands will run their course
Handsy Horse, Handsy Horse
Taking souls with no remorse
Handsy Horse, Handsy Horse
From the ether, demon source
Handsy Horse, Handsy Horse
Ever seeking spirit force
Handsy Horse, Handsy Horse
You cannot stop the Handsy Horse

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Hands As Hooves, New And Improved

As if like vapour,
The spirit trails,
Stretch and taper,
Leeching assail.

Drawing back,
Shape of horse.
In this mind jack,
Combine in force.

Pattern shift,
Purpose gained.
Deadly swift,
Like fury reined.

Symbiosis grim,
One as two.
Hands as limbs,
To chase anew.

[corncobman]

Pg. 538

Much Longer Haul Than I Do Recall

Fast forward to the future,
A couple of weeks elapsed.
Tuuri is much less assured,
Her estimates have collapsed. 

Sitting outside on the bonnet,
Amongst the countryside.
Where are they? Doggonnit!
Taken on a wild goose ride!

Mikkel getting ever so smug,
Reminds her of her projection.
Now that the grave's been dug,
She somehow has no recollection.

She's just reading her map,
It doesn't make sense.
There is always a large gap,
Between knowledge and experience.

[corncobman]

Pg 539

Books Inside Ma'am, Blasting Door Jam

On the horizon breaking.
Spot the town, distantly.
There for the taking.
Arrival, finally!

Not window shopping,
More of a burglary.
Burning fuel dropping,
For doorway surgery.

Now light the fuse,
Walk away a few paces.
Ere their eyebrows they lose,
Blowing up in their faces.

A safe distance sought,
As it continues to fizz.
Let's hope he did not,
Fill too much liquid of his...

[corncobman]

Pg 540

Shattering Strike Hits, She Still Likes It!

The building blows its top,
In an earth-shattering kra-koom!
Emil's bomb has been dropped.
He's just cleared the room.

The soot's in his face,
A dirty layer lined.
Sigrun thinks it's ace.
Thumb's up from behind.

Wiping with his hand,
As the grime is removed.
This wasn't what was planned,
But leader still approves.

Meanwhile, separation,
The scout walks solo.
Far from the detonation,
As the distant building goes.

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Kra-Kaboom (based on Cherry Bomb by The Runaways)

Can't stay at home, can't stay at school
My folks say, ya poor little fool
Down the street, I'm the one who cares
I'm the Swede with the smokin hair

Hello Cap'n, goodbye room
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom
Hello sky I'm your wild guy
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom

Stone age world and strange sounds too
Come on baby let me burn to you
Bad sights cause'n teenage blues
Get down ladies I've got a burning fuse

Hello Cap'n, goodbye room
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom
Hello sky I'm your wild guy
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom

Hello Cap'n, goodbye room
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom
Hello sky I'm your wild guy
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom

Hey cat boy, what's your beef?
Don't unfriend me, I'm the fire chief
Won't run out, I've got plenty more
Just dive, just dive on the floor

Hello Cap'n, goodbye room
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom
Hello sky I'm your wild guy
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom

Kra-kaboom
Kra-kaboom
Kra-kaboom
Kra-kaboom

[corncobman]

Pg. 541

Seeing Thin Scout, Look Within, Without

The scout sees the sights
Of the weird Danish town.
Peering left and right,
Staring up and down.

Glancing as he marches,
Through crannies, through nooks.
In windows, through arches,
The cat can't resist a look.

No niches neglecting,
Nobody, not impressed.
No novels, nothing,
Nosy, nonetheless.

He notices the pair,
Leader and the bombshell blonde.
Meeting up with them there.
Like three ducks in a pond.