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Post by Vangelis on Sept 5, 2005 2:39:32 GMT -5
If a Gnoll in search of augur found a skull inside his lager,
...would it be Hogger's Noggenfogger?
And...
If Hogger had a boggan set atop his hairy noggin, as he augured in his lager called the Hogger Noggenfogger,
... would it be a boggan-noggined Hogger augur-lager Noggenfogger?
But...
If Hogger were a logger with a taste for Noggenfogger, with a boggan on his noggin as he rode on his toboggan seeking augurs in his lager down in Booty Bay with Sprogger,
...would it be...
...a toboggan-Sproggerin' boggan-noggined logger-Hogger Noggenfogger lager augur?
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Post by Vangelis on Sept 5, 2005 2:55:10 GMT -5
Credit where credit is due: the aforegoing poem would not have been possible without the catalytic creativity of Kaillen Nevarre...  ...woot! |
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Post by Windfoot on Sept 5, 2005 8:58:44 GMT -5
...logger-Hogger tobogger-noggenfoggeran auger-lager Sproggin-foggin boggan-noggined Booty-Baygian? ((You will notice that Windfoot could not take such rampant silliness, and had to leave.  Bravo! Sorry I missed the cata-clysm)) |
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Post by merlinne on Sept 5, 2005 9:28:25 GMT -5
That makes my head hurt.  |
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Post by Vangelis on Sept 5, 2005 12:57:19 GMT -5
Yes... poor Finney.
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Post by Kaillen Nevarre on Sept 5, 2005 14:57:20 GMT -5
*bows*
Once again, Vangelis, you have admirably outdone me... I stand in abject awe of your astute aptitude for whimsical wordplay and anxiously anticipate an alteration of arena into acute amiable alliteration....
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Post by Vangelis on Sept 5, 2005 16:26:22 GMT -5
*bows to Kaillen* This pompous, ponderous pundit of polysyllabic prolixity is at your service in any avenue of amiable alliterative adventure...
(Actually, I'm just in it for the exploding heads.)
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Post by Vangelis on Sept 5, 2005 16:33:50 GMT -5
Oh, no...there was more...
If Hogger were hot-doggin' on his logger's log toboggan,
Smokin' a cigar he found in Ogre Ogg's log cabin,
While Sprogger hogged the Noggenfogger lager with the augur,
And the boggan leapfrogged back and forth 'twixt Hogg's and Sproggs's noggins,
It would be...
The Sprogger-hogged leapfrogger-boggan-noggin'd cigar-smogger logger-'bogganin' hotdog Hogger's augur-lager Noggenfogger!
... I have to go away for a long rest.
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Post by Windfoot on Sept 5, 2005 17:17:08 GMT -5
AND
If Vangelis were dangling new-fangled odes
with dangerously mangled prose
that had hypnotic effects on those in our merry band of Defenders who read them, they would be...
Vangelis' dangerously dangled, mangled, new-fangled
incantatious prose-odes to the band!
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Post by Finney on Sept 6, 2005 0:19:25 GMT -5
That has really nice flow! Reading it is a delight! Now that I'm actually not fighting off the undead in the plaguelands while reading it, it all the sudden doesn't make my head want to explode!
Bravo!
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Post by Gudran on Sept 6, 2005 18:30:07 GMT -5
Bravo indeed!
*applause and bow*
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Post by lirica on May 23, 2006 18:14:11 GMT -5
That's great! It reminds me of the last part of Fox in Socks, a book I've read often to my son. Did you have this book in mind when you wrote the poem? Regardless, it's delightful^^
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Post by Vangelis on May 23, 2006 22:44:51 GMT -5
Thanks! And yes, the poem was directly modeled on the tweedle beetle bottle paddle battle from Fox in Socks.
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Post by Gudran on May 12, 2007 13:23:02 GMT -5
Shameless bump for this extraordinary prose, for all to see!
*bows to Van and Kaillen*
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