Slaander
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| Slaander is one of our favorite frogs on the mud. Hop on over and say hi to him sometime. | Slaander is one of our favorite frogs on the mud. Hop on over and say hi to him sometime. | ||
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| + | '''Ode to Slaander''' | ||
| + | Slaander the ice cold salamander | ||
| + | Far to the north he did meander | ||
| + | Thought the fomor lord was cool | ||
| + | And over the wraith's wished to rule | ||
| + | To satisfy his need to fight | ||
| + | He took his place at Sauron's right | ||
| + | At first he learned the art of necromancy | ||
| + | And found killing shatterspire he did fancy | ||
| + | Later he tapped the power of the sky | ||
| + | And by the thousands did the Aviar die | ||
| + | Then he baked them in a pie | ||
| + | Till they raised retro amulet way up high | ||
| + | His rival, Finwe the bold, the elflords master | ||
| + | Was quick to fight but to run faster | ||
| + | Into his microcosm covered with sperm plaster | ||
| + | Killing Lorthlorine Slaander did fancy, | ||
| + | But now thinks Finwe ports cuz he's a pansy | ||
| + | When he ran out of things to do | ||
| + | He figured fuck ill do fire too. | ||
| + | Guess I'll take a break from the ode my dear lizard | ||
| + | For fear someday he may rot my gizzard | ||
Revision as of 00:04, 10 May 2007
Slaander is one of our favorite frogs on the mud. Hop on over and say hi to him sometime.
Ode to Slaander Slaander the ice cold salamander Far to the north he did meander Thought the fomor lord was cool And over the wraith's wished to rule To satisfy his need to fight He took his place at Sauron's right At first he learned the art of necromancy And found killing shatterspire he did fancy Later he tapped the power of the sky And by the thousands did the Aviar die Then he baked them in a pie Till they raised retro amulet way up high His rival, Finwe the bold, the elflords master Was quick to fight but to run faster Into his microcosm covered with sperm plaster Killing Lorthlorine Slaander did fancy, But now thinks Finwe ports cuz he's a pansy When he ran out of things to do He figured fuck ill do fire too. Guess I'll take a break from the ode my dear lizard For fear someday he may rot my gizzard
