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OMG....that is epic win.

lol, you inspired me to create my own epic poem about the Tree and its strange lot of characters. (because imitation is the best form of flattery, right?)


So, having swiped poor Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, I will be writing our own...um Palm Tree Tales filled with the tree's elitist lot....


anyways, here is THE PALM TREE TALES: (written in modern english, because I would fail at middle english)

THe PALM TREE TALES


Prologue :

When Gaia with her towns full of noobs
Do cause a stirring to zOMG, with its very own rubes
And congegated each one to a palm with certain power
And produced therein an elitist flower;
When Miss has, with her sweet pink,
Stopped the quickening rush, who stop and think,
Why sit under the tender palms,
that shade the beach's sun.
And many lovely ones make chatter
And forgo sleep all night, and hate to scatter.
(So others question what is going on)-
Then do folk start to collect on the sandy lawn,
And noobs to go seeking out uncharted maps,
To a leaning palm tree, well known from screen-caps.
And specially from that shark on land.

The Knight: Ashno

A weak little Knight once stopped,
By a pink maiden against a palm-tree propped.
Chiveralous, this knighty was,
Against sand-golems, just because
In third person, The Knight liked to speak
Even if it didn't make him sound chic.
Forever chassing exuberant total charge counts
He will farm and proclaim his is as large as a mount.

The Wife of Bath: Miss

One husband, two husband, three, husband, Four
The Wife of Bath, she yearns for more.
She flutters in silky white gemmed gown,
And bates her eyes at all around.
In burstes of pink, she gives chase to those,
Who walk down the path, no matter the clothes.
Beach weddings under outstreached palms,
And spouses galore, like the pious alms.
Her song of love rings like a siren,
That none can resist, unless they are iron.

The Friar: Lies

Blessed with verse for events galore,
The pincly Friar, is hardly a bore.
He officiates over weddings for friends at times,
And speaks of his warnings, for gaian crimes.
His talents are many, but most agrue this,
That his cross-dressing ways sends them in bliss.


The Prioress: Maur

A delightful maiden, who dresses well,
The Prioress charms those under her spell.
While sometimes neglecting her duties for friends,
Her presence is appreciated, and makes amends.
She summons a void, that all adore,
And veils them under its amour.
She captures moments under the tree,
And at her waterfall, for all to see.


The Clerk: Layena

Talented with poetry, that all demand,
The Clerk is the wise one of the land.
An intelligent artist, with an evil boss,
Her apperance at times resembles moss.
A trusty monty, at her side,
That people wish could be his bride.
Those who love the clerk, often worry,
About her health, and at her boss have furry.
But the Clerk is hard to break,
And is in no way, a fail-cake.

The Parson: King

Silent, but ever steadfast.
The Parson is really a blast.
Though often his words are few,
He'll get chatty out of the blue.
Layers he likes to keep,
That sometimes makes people weap.
At times he will pull out a lided-pot,
And his favourite lines end in "..."


The Squire: Larkin

Often in strange outfits,
Most people love the squire to bits.
His hair is always red,
But he's a she, it had to be said.
Sister to the excellent cook,
The Squire's art should be printed in books.
Often without a shirt,
The Squire is not really a flirt.
Graphic artist extraordinare,
The squire's talent is so unfair.

The Summoner: KKD

Armed with an army of dolls,
The Summoner has many rivals.
Her manner is loud and crude,
And she's bound to alter one's mood.
But when she's around its always fun,
The mould was broke with this one.

The Cook: Kraski

Often heard speaking of food,
The cook is not very shrewd.
She likes keeping the squire fed,
And she sometimes yearns for her bed.
She has an army of mules,
Whom she views as valuable jewels.
Although busy sometimes with tests,
Its her elitist tree friends she likes best.

The Franklin: Lam

Blessed with the buns of a god,
The Franklin can sometimes be odd.
She mows the grass and a shark,
It seems her bite is worse than her bark.
Always cheerful to greet,
She's always a fun one to meet.
she has a little barn,
That chickens have over-run.
An expert of fluff soccer,
sometimes her bare buns are a shocker.

The Nun's Priest: Raxa

Only recently did the nun priest appear,
However, we still hold him dear.
A modly mod be he,
However, he won't join the Tree.
Perhaps he doesnt like jerks,
Yet in this guild he can lurk.
He doesn't seem to like colour,
Perhaps it makes him look smaller?
He got confused with "rake"
Me hopes it didnt make his head-ache.

You wouldn't like what I would write about you, but I will if you want me to. =P (Lots of Ws in that sentence @.@)

Edit: Posteddddd!

@Kraski: That's so awesome!!!! XD heart

Awww, Knighty! That's so cute!!! <333333333

Hahaha, this is amazing! <33333333

@Maur: Good. emo

Hahaha, you were so cute when you were a robot. heart

Wow... rofl heart

I love everything that people have posted. <3