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[W0NWILL]

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[Redwallfan7]

I win!

[W0NWILL]

Tammo's poem

Born at the Camp Tussock,
Of Colonel Cornspurrey,
Mem Divinia, who had many gawks,
Who at soldiers play.
His dream was to join,
The Long Patrol, those perilous hares,
No, his father enjoin,
But he was unawares,
Mem was with her son,
When Russa came,
Tammo with her run,
With threescore pancakes,
And a dirk, from his mum.
Russa took no breaks,
Not for anything, not a crumb.
At their first camp,
Two weasels took Tammo's dirk,
Those weasely vermin scamps!
Russa was by those vermin irked,
She laid them out with her stick,
And was about to kill them,
But Tammo was quick,
He told her not,
And she obliged.
That night Russa fought,
And one was shred.
'We'll get you' the other called,
'We' concerned Russa,
Tammo was by killing appalled,
But had no choice in the law.
They were trapped
By the vermin cowards,
While they napped.
The companions they crept towards.
After their fight,
Russa and Tammo were to die,
But a ray of hope shown on their plight,
The valiant warcry, Eulalia, traveled on sky!
Those perilous hares of the Long Patrol,
Had come to the rescue again!
The lives of vermin they stole!
When the vermin all lay slain,
They untied Tammo and Russa,
Eleven they numbered, brave but few.
Tammo was in awe,
Especially of Pasque.
The Patrol was on the trail,
Of some Rapscallion vermin,
Wishing on their swords to impale,
For Lady Cregga, they were working,
Tammo and Russa joined those hares,
Headed to the Abbey of Redwall.
Through the wood of painted ones, caught unawares,
Tammo's death they forestall.

Vermin came across a badger,
A babe and a mum,
Armed with stick and dagger,
Russa and Morio charged the scum!
Injured greatly, shouting their cry,
They fought those vermin,
An arrow caught Russa, 'twas a bull's-eye.
They kept on those vermin hurting.
Later, in a cave, Russa died.
Russano was named the badger,
By Rockjaw, he kept him supplied.
Russano was big in stature,
Carried in a sling by Rock
All the way to Redwall,
That long walk.
Such a long way to fall.

Martin spoke to Tammo,
He was to go with Manycoat,
To tell of the plateau,
To Damung, the promote.
With Rockjaw, they left for the camp,
Miggo the seer, and Burfal the silent one,
Disguised as raggedy ole tramps,
Midge himself had outdone.
'Twas settled, there was to be a battle!
Tammo and Midge escaped,
With a squirrel, chased by a rabble,
Not Rockjaw, he was raped.
Shedding tears for the son of Grang,
They fled to the plateau,
For the battle in vain,
To ready their swords and wax their bows.

Those Rapscallions charged and fought,
Just when hope ran out,
Cregga and her hares came to the spot!
Perigord knew he should never doubt.
Locked in an embrace,
Cregga and Damung,
Cregga's eyes were deface,
Dead, Damung become,
And blind is what Cregga is.
Accompanied by the hares,
Tammo returns to that second home of his,
With his leg impaired.
There he stays for many seasons,
Wed to Pasque,
Then leaves, for certain reasons,
With Russano, hare, and shrew.

Near Salamandastron, he stands with his wife,
With the Long Patrol and his badger lord,
'Twas the sight he had hoped for all his life,
It was a beautiful reward.
Tammello deFormello Tussock is of the Long Patrol!

While you were all reading that, I win!

[Redwallfan7]

I believe I win!

[W0NWILL]

Nope!

[Redwallfan7]

Yep, I win!

[W0NWILL]

I win because I am aware that cellos are going to rule the world someday.

[Rainshadow]

  Step aside, ladies!  I win!

[W0NWILL]

It's hard to win when you loose.

[Redwallfan7]

Exactly, because I win!

[Rainshadow]

  Ha!  No ye don't!  Me, Myself and I win!

[Redwallfan7]

Nope, I win

[Skipper]

I win!

[Redwallfan7]

I win!

[Skipper]

I win 'cause I didn't read that poem posted by WONWIL