The Slayer's Lament
Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2016 5:10 am
I was in Tier 2 earlier tonight on my SW running with a warband, and witnessed this exchange. There was a Slayer in the group who's name I don't recall and an SM named Marylu...something. Whatever, the first four letters of his/her name was Mary. We were waiting for a BO to flip when the Slayer asked the SM for a guard. That prompted me to write this poem, forevermore to be known of as The Slayer's Lament.
Ahem...
I hail from the mountains,
where Thunder she rolls,
And Witch Elves and Shammies
and smelly Orcs goes.
I chase them and fight them
and snarl through my gums,
and laugh uproariously
when they all turns and runs.
I fight and I swear
and I swear and I fight,
and swing my great weapons
with all of my might.
But often its lonely
out front on my own,
when the crunch from the Choppas
make brittle my bone.
You High Elves and Humies
you run to and fro,
with little regard
for the hardships I know.
Life isn't easy,
for a Slayer its hard,
My orange shaggy beard
makes me look like a tard,
I swing two axes,
I'm a big tub of lard,
so I ask ye, Mary,
can I please get a guard?
Thank-you! Thank-you very much. From the SM still known as Karisanna.
Ahem...
I hail from the mountains,
where Thunder she rolls,
And Witch Elves and Shammies
and smelly Orcs goes.
I chase them and fight them
and snarl through my gums,
and laugh uproariously
when they all turns and runs.
I fight and I swear
and I swear and I fight,
and swing my great weapons
with all of my might.
But often its lonely
out front on my own,
when the crunch from the Choppas
make brittle my bone.
You High Elves and Humies
you run to and fro,
with little regard
for the hardships I know.
Life isn't easy,
for a Slayer its hard,
My orange shaggy beard
makes me look like a tard,
I swing two axes,
I'm a big tub of lard,
so I ask ye, Mary,
can I please get a guard?
Thank-you! Thank-you very much. From the SM still known as Karisanna.