User talk:Gunnar Redbeard
The Newby's Song
To the tune of the Star Spangled Banner in the key of Horribly Hung Over
by, Gunnar Redbeard
Oh, say did you see where I went to last night? Or the people I met? Or the stuff I was drinking? I'm as sick as a dog, and my head is too tight, for it seems I went out and got thoroughly stinking!
And the people come round, even some wearing crowns, to applaud last night's show and to see if I drowned. Oh, tell me that it's a bad dream or a joke it really poor taste. For I don't recall a thing. What a miserable waste.
Oh, say it's not true, all the stories I hear, for I'm not sure I'm thrilled with my new reputation. Through the campground we cruised, mixing vodka and beer, and we partied all night to complete dissipation.
And the night watch took care, both amused and despared, to guild be back home, but I know not from where. Oh, tell me that it's a bad dream, or a joke in really poor taste. For I don't recall a thing. What a miserable waste!
This Old Garb
by, Gunnar Redbeard
This old garb is a faithful friend, an old soft shoe and a stylish kit. It has served for years through thick and thin...I really ought to finish it. Has it been so long since that first Crown? It's seen tourneys, courts and wars. I've gained ten years and twenty pounds, it scarcely fits me any more. They keep me jumping, Heaven knows, and my time is always better spent. But with closets full of fancy clothes, it's becoming an embarassment. Those pins weren't meant to last so long, that duct tape's finally oozing through, and that trim I quickly stapled on could also use a stitch or two. There's no excuse for me to wait! I'll get it done this Saturday, and whip it up in proper shape before the fabric wears away. Yes, time has come to make an end (and loose the seams a little bit). This old garb is a faithful friend. I really ought to finish it.