Color SenseI would like to taste the hueOf the softest shade of blue.Or perhaps, partake the mellowDelicacies of yellow.Then of course, there's always green,Which is better heard than seen.I also much enjoy the soundsWhen overwhelming purple drowns.Then what high praise can be saidOf the silky touch of red?And once touched, a child learnsOf the sting from orange burns.And of speech, there's none more rightThan all the shades of black and white.
The WispsI see you've acquired some Wisps, the tiniest of folk!Oh? No, please let me explain, it's certainly no joke.These are homeless things that were cast about to roam,Since then they've been ever searching for a home.They always say the same thing when greeting a new gent"I think you are from Arbuckle, Yorkshire, or Kent!"Or if they greet a lady, here's what they aught to say,"The weather is far too chilly to bear that frown today."Then, with some pleading eyes and a tiny humble voice,They'll ask you to make a somewhat horrifying choice.Will you take them in? Harbor them with care?Or will you cast them out again, all the worse for wear?They don't mean to make you guilty, or to feel lowIt's simply in their nature, and they dearly wish to know.Not sure if they pretty, with sweet roses on their cheeksOr if they're little demons who's rotting exhale reeks.Put upon as such, most people stop to think,And think and think and think and think and think
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The Bards' Epic II"Permit me to be the customary exception," that good Bard begged, remaining low but tipping his head up to smile at the lass, "a bard learns his songs from all corners of the world. Including the kitchen corner." The young woman laughed, and permitted the bard his ration on the bench, the only man among the table of young daughters and housewives."Tell me, are all of you first daughters to your families?" Bacchius asked, motioning along the row to the other women that could not hear him, speaking only to his lady of choice."Yes," she replied, meeting the Bard's eyes evenly, "it is the tradition of the town that every first daughter goes to the Meal hall to learn to cook for the townsfolk. It's our station.""What do the first sons do then?" The Bard asked again, inspecting the heavy food that was placed before him to dine upon."Watch over the flocks of course," a look in the young woman's eyes thought Bacchius a fool for asking such simple questions. Simple to her mind, as it goes.