Funny Rhymes from Redwall (Retold by the Illustrious Skarzs Esquire)

[rachel25]

Why of course! 

[Leatho Shellhound]

Those are really well done! Nice job!

[The Skarzs]

Thank you!

If any of you want some other silly poems done, please feel free to ask here, or on the Fan Fiction Requests and Trades thread.

[The Skarzs]

"Here a Troll. . ."

I watch the seasons all pass by,
As I sit unmoving under the sky.
A troll of stone, no more than a rock,
Here I watch all life go on.

Spring brings flowers that grow at my feet,
All prettily colored and smelling so sweet.
A brook babbles by on it's unending path,
And still I watch all life go on.

The summer sun beats down from above,
White rabbits frolic in fickle young love.
A dragonfly flies over the little cool brook,
Still a troll, watching life go on.

Fall winds cause leaves to fly away,
Twisting and fluttering all through the day.
A late fish jumps in the rapid little stream,
While the troll still watches on.

All life seems still during cold winter white,
Across the land hardly a creature in sight.
The brook lies still, frozen through and through,
And I still watch all life go on.

[mariel of redwall]

ha ha ha that was really funny. i thought that that were just like the redwall books i love them and encourage you to write more.

[The Skarzs]

Thank you for reading; I'm glad you enjoyed!

[The Skarzs]

My other topic: Poems, has been merged with this. If you have not read them, there are two poems, one on this page and one on the second page.

[Blazemane]

Having read, "Here a Troll," I love the way that the idea of the narrator continually watching life go on is mirrored thematically by the very construction of the poem (by the repetition of the same idea in the last line of each stanza).

And I love your word choice--the imagery, and the moments of consonance and alliteration ("White rabbits frolic in fickle young love"). And I think the rhyme scheme adds a certain momentum, too. In each stanza, the first two lines propel forward, and then the next two make a sort of cadence.

Lastly, I'm interested in the turnabout with the last four lines. Life seems still, but the narrator is assuring the reader that all isn't as it appears.

I think you have a way with poetry; I like your work!

[The Skarzs]

Thank you, Blazeman.

This is a poem I found in my old notebook, so I decided to post it here.

As a slave you rest not,
Through rain wet or sun hot.
Bend your back to the whip crack
From the morning bright to night black.

Ropes creak and backs ache,
Use your tools until they break.
Dirt, iron, wood and stone,
All grind your paws right to the bone.

Starve, work, starve some more.
Work forever on your chore.
When death is come, you get no grave,
For all this is the life of a slave.


I intended this as something slaves might sing as they work, the rhythm matched to their tools.

[Cornflower MM]

Perfect! Wonderful! Funny! Oh, heeheeheehee!

[The Skarzs]

Which one? There's about six on here.

[Cornflower MM]

All of them!

[The Skarzs]

Awesome. Here's another.

Some are sad they have nothing at all,
To entertain them like a little wood ball.
They groan and complain about everything,
Wanting more but without satisfaction.
But others are glad they have nothing at all,
Making entertainment without any ball.
The sky and the wind make their life bearable,
Being satisfied with what nature brings them.

[The Skarzs]

The poem of the Dark Forest has been moved to  a separate topic.

[The Skarzs]

This was my siggie; just thought I'd put it up here.

Here alone, my mind all darkened,
Struggling to keep control,
I feel emotion deep inside me,
A monster of rage inside my soul.

Your grave I left such time ago,
Traveling to keep me sane,
Often my thoughts turn back to you,
Why do these memories not wane?