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singindemonhqHow can I tell you what we do?
Our problems won’t mean much to you.
However, you must know my tribe,
Will sometimes take an alien bride.
We check dimensions, when we dare
To see if some cross-breeding there,
Would bring in assets that we need
(Our geneshapers are known for greed)
The problem is, as you may know,
To check just where the portals go,
There are dimensions we reject,
And some are not what we expect.
They once checked a dimension fair
Found there had been disaster there,
Beasts fled, as they would flee a flame,
And so the Red Gorfsnibbles came!
Gorfsnibbles know that they are mortal
So they stampeded to the portal,
A mighty herd came racing through,
To the dimension that we knew.
We tried to close the portal gate
And found that it was far too late,
To block it was a losing game,
And still the Red Gorfsnibbles came!
So they called up a friend of mine.
But those beast's names won’t even rhyme,
And they don’t sing and dance and such
Gorfsnibbles can’t be magicked much.
Illusion magic just might do it,
But herds of that size push on through it.
The operative smoked off in shame.
And still the Red Gorfsnibbles came!
Since all the plans had met with hitches,
They even called the weather witches,
And met the beasts with rain and flood,
But still they ploughed on through the mud.
Tornados changed which way they went
And blizzards put them off the scent,
Herds wandered but they stayed the same
And still the Red Gorfsnibbles came!
And in the end I’m told that they,
Called in a witch who wanted pay,
Said if they paid eight thousand Gribbles*
There would be no more Red Gorfsnibbles,
And when they paid her what was due,
She turned the Red Gorfsnibbles blue!
At first things seemed the very same,
And still the Red Gorfsnibbles came!
As each Gorsnibble galuphed through,
It turned a shade of silvery blue,
And then did something quite absurd,
For as they looked around the herd,
The changed Gorfsnibbles stared in dread,
They could not see another Red!
They stopped as though pulled by a tether,
For Red Gorfsnibbles flock together…
The blue Gorfsnibbles squalled aloud,
Then wandered lonely in the crowd,
Each knew itself of reddish hue,
But saw the others silvery blue.
They backtracked then as best they could,
Through flood and desert, farm and wood,
They chased their backtrails, still intent,
And so the blue Gorfsnibbles ... went.
Most found the portal, wandered in
Still seeking their lost brethren.
And then our Movers and the Shakers,
Sought to control the trouble makers.
I hope that life there will improve
Once Government has made its move,
To soothe our environmental fears –
Control those Portal Engineers!
*Gribbles - a unit of currency worth 19 Pylean Scrutches at the current rate of exchange.)
Sweet the Singing Demon
Fandom BTVS
Words 484
Our problems won’t mean much to you.
However, you must know my tribe,
Will sometimes take an alien bride.
We check dimensions, when we dare
To see if some cross-breeding there,
Would bring in assets that we need
(Our geneshapers are known for greed)
The problem is, as you may know,
To check just where the portals go,
There are dimensions we reject,
And some are not what we expect.
They once checked a dimension fair
Found there had been disaster there,
Beasts fled, as they would flee a flame,
And so the Red Gorfsnibbles came!
Gorfsnibbles know that they are mortal
So they stampeded to the portal,
A mighty herd came racing through,
To the dimension that we knew.
We tried to close the portal gate
And found that it was far too late,
To block it was a losing game,
And still the Red Gorfsnibbles came!
So they called up a friend of mine.
But those beast's names won’t even rhyme,
And they don’t sing and dance and such
Gorfsnibbles can’t be magicked much.
Illusion magic just might do it,
But herds of that size push on through it.
The operative smoked off in shame.
And still the Red Gorfsnibbles came!
Since all the plans had met with hitches,
They even called the weather witches,
And met the beasts with rain and flood,
But still they ploughed on through the mud.
Tornados changed which way they went
And blizzards put them off the scent,
Herds wandered but they stayed the same
And still the Red Gorfsnibbles came!
And in the end I’m told that they,
Called in a witch who wanted pay,
Said if they paid eight thousand Gribbles*
There would be no more Red Gorfsnibbles,
And when they paid her what was due,
She turned the Red Gorfsnibbles blue!
At first things seemed the very same,
And still the Red Gorfsnibbles came!
As each Gorsnibble galuphed through,
It turned a shade of silvery blue,
And then did something quite absurd,
For as they looked around the herd,
The changed Gorfsnibbles stared in dread,
They could not see another Red!
They stopped as though pulled by a tether,
For Red Gorfsnibbles flock together…
The blue Gorfsnibbles squalled aloud,
Then wandered lonely in the crowd,
Each knew itself of reddish hue,
But saw the others silvery blue.
They backtracked then as best they could,
Through flood and desert, farm and wood,
They chased their backtrails, still intent,
And so the blue Gorfsnibbles ... went.
Most found the portal, wandered in
Still seeking their lost brethren.
And then our Movers and the Shakers,
Sought to control the trouble makers.
I hope that life there will improve
Once Government has made its move,
To soothe our environmental fears –
Control those Portal Engineers!
*Gribbles - a unit of currency worth 19 Pylean Scrutches at the current rate of exchange.)
Sweet the Singing Demon
Fandom BTVS
Words 484
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