Gnomish Poetry

In our Biggs and Smalls stories we created a character who could end up being my favorite ever. A Gnome Bard who writes terrible poems. This is the outlet I’ve always needed. You see, I may have the ability to write some decent poems, and occasionally even a good one, but I’m fantastic at writing terrible poems!

I decided that Gnomes, or at least Babbric the Gnome, write poems in a 7-3-7-3-7 syllable form. It’s perfectly hideous. Enjoy…

Babbric snorted then searched further in the refuse around him. At last he found a robe and pulled it over his shoulders but did not tie it in front so the most offensive bit was still in full view. 

“Really?” Biggs blurted. 

“Stop being so prudish,” Babbric replied, “Listen to this.” He then recited the following poem in as loud a voice as he could muster as if performing at the town’s amphitheater:

Dark ale poured into my stein

With bubbles

So tasty when I drink it

On my tongue

This it fills my belly up

So sexy

Biggs just blinked a few times waiting for there to be more but none came. Babbric smiled broadly and put his arms out in order to embrace the praise he figured was forthcoming.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s