I've taken on many and many a task,
More than I'm able, should you ask.
To tell you straight, no haw, no hem:
I don't know when I'll finish them.
For days contain a finite number
Of hours, and there's need to slumber.
I think it would be most sublime
If I might somehow gain some time.
I'll ask my father, the Dark Lord
If me, his son, he will reward
By making sure the suns stand still
(A task requiring mighty skill.)
If he will do it, then I know
The length of days will surely grow.
Then all my tasks complete I might
Ere Mernac day fades into night.
Meantime, my scribe is trying (again) to give up the loathsome habit of inhaling the smoke of burning tobacco leaves...and hoping it works this time. May the Thirteen Fathers give him success.
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Good luck kicking the habit!
Walks in with a ciggie dagging from the corner of her mouth, limping and singing a off key song.
I fell off my cloud and landed real loud. Luckily there was no crowd, because my creators just in a foul...di de doh doodywah wah...
Hands a ciggie to bro with a huge smile and a wink. If ya don't tell I won't.
Ack! No more of that! Good luck kicking the habit; I know it's not an easy one to drop.
Ahem....though I will admit, there are some who prefer that over other, errr, more naughty/evil habits. ~Points to Barak~ Like stuff HE does!!!!
Replace it with some rolled dried Tiko leaves. ;-)
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