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Post by wolferin on Jul 9, 2009 11:32:14 GMT 2
Lets make rhymes in a long spam poem. I'll begin and everybody adds some rhymes.
Come on in the night of June In the forest under fool moon To dance on the pagan fest Till the morning no rest
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2009 11:56:31 GMT 2
Bring the pints and share the joy / Laugh with friends and do enjoy/ What's to be and what is now/ Stop and hear our Wolferin's howl. ;D ( I wanted to say ,call' instead of ,howl' but it didn't rhyme, Wolferin.. )
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Post by Kirki on Jul 9, 2009 12:21:57 GMT 2
Vodka, vodka for all our friends, Dance and laugh until night ends, Feel the booze, laughter and love, In the woods with the moon above!
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Post by wolferin on Jul 9, 2009 16:11:34 GMT 2
Wine, wine give us here rum, gin and pints of beer heavy music in the air silence is gone there
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2009 16:24:50 GMT 2
Silence as the Forest roars, That's a sign here we find Trolls... But the Shaman winks at us, Telling without words that's blast. So we start again to sing... Hello, have you seen my ring? ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Heer E. Tik on Jul 9, 2009 19:37:21 GMT 2
Many hours pass us by, Bonfire's smoke colors black sky.
But the party is still going As the shaman, the all-knowing, Gathers us around the fire Our attention to require.
Drunkenly we stumble 'round, Some sit, others fall, on ground. Our attention's short and loose: "Tell us, shaman, where's more booze?"
Worrisome the crowd is growing, But the shaman, the all-knowing, To prevent a big disaster, He uncorks some Jägermeister!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2009 23:39:39 GMT 2
Then our thirst kind of ends / in the forum Spirit we become friends... And us being thus refreshed/ we begin to drink the rest. Mead is brought to us with grace and we leave of it no trace! Proud we make our Shaman now.. And he dance and praise the Crowd!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2009 20:10:31 GMT 2
And the air is full of joy, Joiking like a crazy boy, Now's the Shaman's time to troll, Beats the drum and spells us all... And we fall asleep to rest, laughing, smiling,..and the Forest, Suddenly begin to whisper, Dreams of beauty and no trickster manages to stop the dreaming... When we wake up in the evening ;D use no wit to make decisions, so we start to make colisions, As we run to find more drinks,..there is none!so no more jigs?? I'll leave the poem in other hands now, as my inspiration's falling down..
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Post by kuusuru on Jan 28, 2010 9:08:30 GMT 2
A shame this withered on the vine... allow me to breathe new life into it, with apologies to EAP:
As I tiptoe, slowly creeping twixt the drunking masses sleeping snoring 'neath a stellar blanket like in pagan times of yore stepping o'er the bodies huddled where their owners' brains befuddled left them lying, muddled, strewn across the pasture's grassy floor suddenly the peace and quiet interrupted by the caw - Quoth the maiden, "We want more!"
Forced by appetites unsated, her request so boldly stated echoes off the trees and permeates the night-sounds of the moor She repeats her raucous chatter, as if slumber doesn't matter To their feet the heathens clatter and in unison they roar "Stoke the fires! Put the meat on, bring us pints of beer galore!" Quoth the pagans: "WE WANT MORE!"
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Post by wolferin on Jan 28, 2010 9:28:08 GMT 2
The Karkelo Tour is on Korpiklaani are still gone In America - it's fine but for Europe comes the time Peolple, rise the metal fist for Karkelo in southeast
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2010 9:54:11 GMT 2
In South East, coz we live here, ;D In a land where flows the beer, And the party never ends, As for them we are good friends. I bring wine, Wolferin food, Make karkelo in the Wood, There's no astral travel here, As we hear Vikings shout: BEER! So we smile and welcome them, Even write a long spam poem. ;D
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Post by wolferin on Jan 29, 2010 2:50:05 GMT 2
Who came once, then returned twice 'Cause here are the best guys And the pretiest women are here All singing and shouting: "Beer, beer!"
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Post by kuusuru on Jan 30, 2010 7:42:31 GMT 2
Wolferin can bring the salad WalkyrieTiina croons a ballad in the style of Johan Hegg until the neighbours start to beg her for a bit of peace and quiet then she nearly starts a riot 'cause she doesn't want to stop until her voice begins to drop and mercifully, it drops quite soon so Kuusuru serves up a tune while Wolferin serves up the grub and serves us mead straight from the tub where it was brewed in large amount for if there's something you can count on you can count on pagan thirst of all the drinkers, they're the worst they'd drink a dozen breweries dry before you've blinked a single eye!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2010 10:05:07 GMT 2
Blink an eye, maybe blink more, They are drinkers to the core, And the crooning just don't scare, Coz tis not Sinatra there, Nor Bing Crosby or Dean Martin, So they keep their way of rocking. Eat the salad, drink the mead, And when Kk sing instead, Puts in our pagans heads, the idea we can dance, And again party begins!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2010 19:59:53 GMT 2
But the seasons keep us busy, Though sometimes we are just lazy, And no words we put up here, But for sure we are so near, Yet because work brings us money, We're turning into Koffeeklaani... Sober and harworking klaaners, but among us party planners, Start the rumours,wear their parka, waiting for this Ukon Wacka.
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