Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Our Stolen Mug

Recently the Great Run Mug of the Diggerbollox Clan was lost in a bar fight. Here is the epic song that was sung before the quest to retrieve it.

Far across the dirty alleys cold,
To basements deep and sewers old
We must away, without a hug
To find our just now stolen mug

The Dwarves of yore, made a mighty mug,
While brewers brewed, their potent beer,
In places deep, where dragons sleep,
In ringing halls, we drank our cheer

Our cousin drank, at the Fatal Wound,
He brought the mug, as was his right,
The humans craved, that mug of gold
They tugged his beard to start a fight

The fists were flying right to the crotch,
The beer was pouring from the kegs,
The fight was great, with broken bones,
The chairs like hammers fell on legs.

Far across the dirty alleys cold,
To basements deep and sewers old
We must away, without a hug
To find our just now stolen mug

2 comments:

  1. We found the mug that was lost,
    The Fatal Wound we did accost,
    Now we return, full of cheer,
    To use the mug to drink some beer.

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  2. Jonn loved this song, once someone told him what "accost" meant.

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