(Written when King Gregor lead his Bardic Champions on a merry rollercoaster of planning as he created ways to drag their service all the way until Pennsic…Six months more than they ought to serve….)<\/p>\n
A Song for King Gregor’s Private Ears<\/em> Oh, the year was AS 46, <\/em> Ah zounds and all! <\/em> Oh Jeaneleda cried the town, <\/em> Ah zounds and all! <\/em> The Champion list was a wearying sight<\/em> Ah zounds and all! <\/em> On the King’s picked date we brought them in<\/em> Ah zounds and all! <\/em> On the 96th day we met again,<\/em> Ah zounds and all! <\/em> They vied each for the cloth of gold, <\/em> Ah zounds and all! <\/em> Then at length we stood four people away,<\/em> Ah zounds and all! <\/em> Four masterpieces were applied, <\/em>
\n(to the tune of Barrett’s Privateers)<\/em>
\nby Aneleda<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHow we long for Malaweardia….<\/em>
\nA letter of marque came from the king, <\/em>
\nTo test the bardic champions’ spleen…<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI was told we’d cruise the East in baldrics of gold<\/em>
\nWe’d sing our songs for all ears!<\/em>
\nNow we’re exhausted bards (though in pretty good cheer)<\/em>
\nSix months past our bardic year….<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHow we long for Malaweardia….<\/em>
\nFor all the brave performers who <\/em>
\nwould make for them a competitive crew.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI was told we’d cruise the East in baldrics of gold<\/em>
\nWe’d sing our songs for all ears!<\/em>
\nNow we’re exhausted bards (though in pretty good cheer)<\/em>
\nSix months past our bardic year….<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHow we long for Malaweardia….<\/em>
\nWe’d twenty skalds put in their tags<\/em>
\nAnd eight Arlecchinos dressed in rags….<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI was told we’d cruise the East in baldrics of gold<\/em>
\nWe’d sing our songs for all ears!<\/em>
\nNow we’re exhausted bards (though in pretty good cheer)<\/em>
\nSix months past our bardic year….<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHow we long for Malaweardia….<\/em>
\nWe had 91 performers for the day <\/em>
\nKeening like madmen all the way<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI was told we’d cruise the East in baldrics of gold<\/em>
\nWe’d sing our songs for all ears!<\/em>
\nNow we’re exhausted bards (though in pretty good cheer)<\/em>
\nSix months past our bardic year….<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHow we long for Malaweardia….<\/em>
\nWith Coronation now in sight<\/em>
\nAnd a field of eight prepared to write…<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI was told we’d cruise the East in baldrics of gold<\/em>
\nWe’d sing our songs for all ears!<\/em>
\nNow we’re exhausted bards (though in pretty good cheer)<\/em>
\nSix months past our bardic year….<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHow we long for Malaweardia….<\/em>
\nThere were fine Shakespearian turns of phrase<\/em>
\nBut to listen to them all took up two whole days<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI was told we’d cruise the East in baldrics of gold<\/em>
\nWe’d sing our songs for all ears!<\/em>
\nNow we’re exhausted bards (though in pretty good cheer)<\/em>
\nSix months past our bardic year….<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHow we long for Malaweardia….<\/em>
\nCornamuse and pipes made and awful din <\/em>
\nAs we waited and longed for someone to win\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI was told we’d cruise the East in baldrics of gold<\/em>
\nWe’d sing our songs for all ears!<\/em>
\nNow we’re exhausted bards (though in pretty good cheer)<\/em>
\nSix months past our bardic year….<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHow we long for Malaweardia….<\/em>
\nThere were Roman boasts, and Saxon begs<\/em>
\nAnd a tall Tudor bass who gave us jellied legs,<\/em><\/p>\n