Hello friends! You Little Charmer assisted me in creating a character. She gave me full use of Mel. Thank you!
Now, the story.
What felt like hours turned into….well, hours.
Galvin the Bard waited for his fellow entertainers and they did not arrive.
The patrons of the Puking Peasant awaited impatiently.
Mel, a regular to the Puke, quaffed yet another pint of Screaming Peaches. There were few men who could drink like her.
sing us a tune,
and be a buffoon!”
Galvin ignored her. It was a well known,local, boisterous, band of bards that would be playing. He did not wish to interfere with the booking.
Mel threw a dinner roll, pegging a patron on the chin. It bounced off the cuff of his trousers and onto the floor, completely missing Galvin.
The locals, liquored, laughed lavish lewdness, Distressing Galvin. There was money to be had and time was wasting.
“Ladys and gentlemen!” Galvin cried,
“Mel maintains mundane marksmanship!”
Everyone laughed. Even Mel. She wouldn’t miss next time.
The Bard continued.
“Here we are, near La Longi beaches,
Let’s give a shout out to Screaming Peaches!”
Mel‘s aim was true and caught Galvim straight in the chops. Fanfare filled the room.
Galvin smiled. It was going to be a good night.
“I sang this before, I sing it again, For fighting with Mel will make me lose skin.”
He pulled out the strange instrument given to him by the Heron tribe and began to sing.
“Today, I will sing about the Ship of Admiral Gryll, “
The butterfly they flutter by
The honey bee they take a knee
The katydid too prissy
The praying mantis a wanna be
We are the scourge of the earth
Wipe off the smile we take your mirth
We are proud little creatures
Thick in the thigh admire features
We’ll eat you broke with mandible
Leave you empty from head to toe
we jump far
leave your land a scar
We take what you got then we lay our eggs
We deal in arms and 2 hind legs.
Hi cuss Locust we take a share
Only John the Baptist give us a scare
Your help we don’t need
We eat your food and breed
No need to direct traffic
to to help us across
In our little hood the
Cart stops for us.
The patrons were not impressed.
Fortunately, the local band arrived.
10 thoughts on “Brothers Campfire The Puking Peasant Inn -An Ongoing Tale Chapter 155”
I neeeed to be at that pub!!
And thanks for the reminder of Calvin & Hobbs’ poem on what tigers are made of: “Dragonflies and katydids but mostly chewed up little kids!”
A pint of Screaming Peaches will leave you sick and and wondering who hit you! It is wicked awful. Beware!
Mel’s certainly getting herself established down the Pheasant eh?? 😁
Nice work my friend, I loved it.
Lots of lovely wee touches with her rhymes and your alliterative language.
I have to say the caption to the snakes in a basket photo is an absolute triumph!! 🖤🖤🖤
Unlike Mel, you certainly didn’t miss with this one!!
Looking forward to more as always!
Ha ha! Thank you!
Discovered that WordPress Reader is the way to communicate not email. Thank you 🙇
I did get an email, friend. When I replied, it said, I Cloud user not found. I look forward to reading your messages🤓
I tried again. It states it was sent. Be sure and check your spam folder!
Ha ha! Thanks for stopping by, Princess