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.