Ancestral Lore
Have you heard
Of Thomas
The Rhymer
It is told
that I sprang
from his loins
Many years
Long
gone past
Yet the tales
That last
Are often quietly purloined
The story goes
He disappeared
To consort with the elfin queen
He returned
By and by
Telling this lie to any who thought it keen
Maybe he stayed
To long in
His cups to go home in disgrace
Of the dreaded din
And the rolling pin
He knew he'd surely face
So he stayed away
And worked
On his Rhymes
Till they rolled
As a river
In spring
And marched
back home
tail in the air this mythical bit to sing
Honey I was
held prisoner
By a power I couldn't prevail
She granted this
gift as she sent me away
If I promised that I would not tell
The way to
And means of her kingdom
A treasure you would not believe
When I left I'm certain
It broke her heart for
She wore it displayed on her sleeve
You my Darling Darlin
Are my very soul
Reason to live
After all this time
I convinced her
No greater wealth could she give
I know he lived
To procreate
So she killed him not on the spot
So I really should
Thank Thomas and wife
For this affliction I've got
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