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Jun. 13th, 2005 01:05 pmSomeone just walked by behind me, stopped to look into the cube next door, and then went back the way they came... they were wearing flip-flops, which slapped as they walked.
For some reason, all I could think of was the description of Gollum and his flapping footsteps...
For some reason, all I could think of was the description of Gollum and his flapping footsteps...
The Barrow-Wights Wheelbarrow Race
Apr. 18th, 2005 08:26 amThe Barrow-Wights Wheelbarrow Race
April 17, 2005
When I was walking the Wilds one day
I did see the strangest of sights:
a wheelbarrow race held by barrow-wights!
They made lanes, lined with bales of hay
and with flags and banners of old,
the wheelbarrows all bright and dressed with gold!
A wild crowd cheered them on their way,
and one o' them Fernys collected wagers,
attempting to fleece unwitting strangers!
Place my money upon lane three, I say;
for the crown-clad runner was strong
and the rider, naught but bones to be carried along!
Strong was the runner, kept the pack at bay,
for he could run circles ‘round ‘bout
the barrows, and all the while he did shout:
“Speed is of the essence, no, don’t delay!”
Not too bright, I assume, to know of the race
but not to realise ‘twas he who set the pace.
But it takes little brains, I always say,
to run to here and back, for forever and a day;
Yea, inevitable, I won the lot – harder, though, to make a Ferny pay!
Copyright © 2005 Everett Ambrose Warren
