[Epic Poem] Part 11: Highland Spirit
The intrepid heroes, after a quick siesta,
And fiesta, travel to old barn McDonald’s
No time to marvel at the farm’s flora/ fauna
They use Duff’s spare keys, to whom McDonald farm willed
As his rightful heir and successor. Duff don’t care
About the farm though. The tavern’s his rightful lair.
“All right,” Thor says, reading the sacred chalk drawn glyphs
On the inside of the barnhouse walls. Mockingbird burps.
“Silence,” Thor thunders, “can’t make a single mistake.”
“Yeah, quiet,” says the Bird, “or you’ll get the damn herps!”
“First the sacrifice,” Thor says, hidden pockets provide
He magicks a fire, exactly ten square feet wide
“Oranges and lemons for Saint Clement’s” he chants,
“Five farthings for the bells of Saint Martin’s,” he rants.
“Eh?” says Mocking Bird in glee,”did you say farting?
If I could do that, I’d make the sea a parting!”
“Demon bird,” Thor hisses, “just be quiet and still
Or I’ll roast you with parsley, sage, rosemary and dill!”
Thor throws in the fire his various offerings
While Mocking Bird mutters his vulgar proferrings
Thor dances around the fire, “ringa ringa Rosie,”
He then falls down and begins the final sacred chant
Thunder roars with his splendid syllables, “Ee Ai Ee Ai…”
Mocking Bird completes the magical ritual, “Uh Oh!”
Whispers of the Universe 