The Flippin' Fantastical Fabulous Food Fight

[Tim Churchmouse]

A long time ago,too long to remember
A food fight went on til the end of September
In a place known to you as the Wood of Mossflower
A dictator cat ruled with iron paws of power.
Yet one afternoon in a tree (underground)
There in the deep rose a very strange sound
Of slapping and squelching and laughing and belching
Indeed 'twas a very strange sound
For that afternoon a feast ensued
Of pasties and pies and all sorts of food.
It all went along so smoothly and ever so well
'Til a young creature started to yell
I'VE GOT MY PAWS WET!
Then good Abbess Germaine (with good heart in her name)
Stood up to help the young one
And knocked over a glass of Elderberry wine
But this was but the start; the real sign.
The very Lady Amber (who owned the fine drink)
Stood up to tell the Abbess what she did think.
In doing so put her browny white paw
In Foremoles turnover on the way to his jaw.
The mole stood up; grabbing a pie
And hurled it at Amber shouting awful lies.
The Squirrelqueen took the pastry right in the eye
And hopped around screaming 'why oh why?'
In a short few seconds she grabbed a pasty
And tossed it at Foremole, who almost said something nasty
He dodged at the last second, rolling to the right
As it took out a candle (with it the light)
Gonff the piebandit was not aware
Of the sailing pie, as it was flung down the stair
It came out of nowhere, down it went (through the gullet)
The mousethief belched and patted his tender stummick
And raced on upstairs, to join in the brawl
As a coat and a hat flew past, and also a shawl.
The Warrior Martin was reading a scroll
When Gonff raced up; he told.
The young, eager mouse flattened his book
To charge upstairs and take a sneaky look.
Meanwhile in the stately dining room
Fodder covered everything, even Bella's heirlooms!
And beasts sat slumped about all over the place
Foodstuffs planted upon every face
All grinning and smiling; fast asleep.
Between them all, not a snore, not a peep,

The Flippin' Fantastical Fabulous Food Fight.
By Fothlin De Tomlinson

Winner of Best Poem 2015 in the RAFF

[The Skarzs]

Very enjoyable; it reminds me of my own poem, The Great Froggy's Feast. (http://redwallabbey.com/forum/index.php?topic=5834.0)
Perhaps this should be moved to the Fan Fiction board rather than the works board because it is a work of writing.

[Tim Churchmouse]

How do you do that ?

[The Skarzs]

Do what?

[Tim Churchmouse]

Move the item?

[The Skarzs]

You can send a mod a message asking for them to do so; they don't bite.

[Captain Tammo]

Congrats on the Award, Tim!

This is a fun poem that's goofy in telling, quick to read and not too confusing. In fact the small confusion it does have seems to amplify the chaos from the food fight! Great job with this one! I love how it is this bit of fluff about the woodlanders having fun in Brockhall despite the Greeneyes' iron paws ruling the land around them. It reminds me that, sometimes, you just need to relax a little!

[Skyblade]

I like it, Tim!