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Talencia
COMEDY ENTRY:
Her name is Eleri, and she lives in a house
All rotted and brown and toseed about.
The flimsy walls sag, the upper story leans,
A soggy rope drapes from zig-zagging the eaves.
Beneath it the shed, angling towards the ground
Has a convenient hole where little piggies bound.
This tired old lady has become a town joke,
For she keeps taking in orphans, despite being broke.
They scramble and play amongt the pigs and dogs,
Splashing and playing in nearby mud bogs.
They swing from the rope lacing that holds on the roof
While she watches them scramble, her expression aloof.
Her grey matted hair is always a mess
Her clothing is only one very stained dress,
It is said she loves them, each and every one
But believes in letting them run and have fun.
They do not take baths nor attend school,
But they are well fed, though she's called a fool.
This little old woman, and all her wee ones
Are content in their squalid lives with the dogs.
They do not fight and they do not squabble
And don't mind a bit being called gypsy rabble.
They all lived happily in their droopy brown house
The humans, the dogs, the pigs, and the louse!
Her name is Eleri, and she lives in a house
All rotted and brown and toseed about.
The flimsy walls sag, the upper story leans,
A soggy rope drapes from zig-zagging the eaves.
Beneath it the shed, angling towards the ground
Has a convenient hole where little piggies bound.
This tired old lady has become a town joke,
For she keeps taking in orphans, despite being broke.
They scramble and play amongt the pigs and dogs,
Splashing and playing in nearby mud bogs.
They swing from the rope lacing that holds on the roof
While she watches them scramble, her expression aloof.
Her grey matted hair is always a mess
Her clothing is only one very stained dress,
It is said she loves them, each and every one
But believes in letting them run and have fun.
They do not take baths nor attend school,
But they are well fed, though she's called a fool.
This little old woman, and all her wee ones
Are content in their squalid lives with the dogs.
They do not fight and they do not squabble
And don't mind a bit being called gypsy rabble.
They all lived happily in their droopy brown house
The humans, the dogs, the pigs, and the louse!
