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Poetry News Post #5482

The Bread Loaf Quartet 3 (Bread vs Chicken)

Written by: Tendril Ayaris, of the Purple Coneflower
Date: Saturday, November 9th, 2019
Addressed to: Everyone


The Bread Loaf Quartet III (Bread vs Chicken)


On a moonless night, at the darkest hour
Strolled a black chicken with demonic power
Lucky hen, she just found a loaf of bread!
And there was some butter with some fruit spread!

Her flaming blue eyes flared up in the night
While she gobbled huge chunks with much delight
There was not a crumb left, nor butter, nor jam
With a last glance around, she decided to scram

She found a small thicket in a dark meadow
With a weird rabbit with a foxfire glow
Here, she laid a clutch of raven black eggs
But she was not broody and went away on swift legs

One month later a miracle transpired
The cursed were uncursed, their lives reacquired














V sbyybjrq gur genpxf vagb gur Qnexrajbbq Sberfg naq xrrcvat bhg bs fvtug sebz gur Nenpuabvqf yvivat gurer V pnzr npebff n fgvaxvat pnir shyy bs haqrnq guvatf naq funqbj perngherf. Gurer jrer gbb znal bs gurz naq fb V ergerngrq gb (Na Napvrag sberfg tynqr) ng gur rqtr bs gur Abeguernpu. Cenlvat gb Tnvn sbe thvqnapr naq tvivat na bssrevat ng Ure fuevar, V urneq n fznyy ehfgyr arneol.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Phaestian, in the year 814 AF.


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Poetry News Post #5482

The Bread Loaf Quartet 3 (Bread vs Chicken)

Written by: Tendril Ayaris, of the Purple Coneflower
Date: Saturday, November 9th, 2019
Addressed to: Everyone


The Bread Loaf Quartet III (Bread vs Chicken)


On a moonless night, at the darkest hour
Strolled a black chicken with demonic power
Lucky hen, she just found a loaf of bread!
And there was some butter with some fruit spread!

Her flaming blue eyes flared up in the night
While she gobbled huge chunks with much delight
There was not a crumb left, nor butter, nor jam
With a last glance around, she decided to scram

She found a small thicket in a dark meadow
With a weird rabbit with a foxfire glow
Here, she laid a clutch of raven black eggs
But she was not broody and went away on swift legs

One month later a miracle transpired
The cursed were uncursed, their lives reacquired














V sbyybjrq gur genpxf vagb gur Qnexrajbbq Sberfg naq xrrcvat bhg bs fvtug sebz gur Nenpuabvqf yvivat gurer V pnzr npebff n fgvaxvat pnir shyy bs haqrnq guvatf naq funqbj perngherf. Gurer jrer gbb znal bs gurz naq fb V ergerngrq gb (Na Napvrag sberfg tynqr) ng gur rqtr bs gur Abeguernpu. Cenlvat gb Tnvn sbe thvqnapr naq tvivat na bssrevat ng Ure fuevar, V urneq n fznyy ehfgyr arneol.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Phaestian, in the year 814 AF.


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