A poem which is part of a story I’ve written. I like it so I thought I’d stick it here even though it is incredibly shorter than usual. It was meant to be brief, like the characters life.
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A While longer:

Love a little longer,
Live the life I lead.
Give me a kiss goodbye,
Your touch is all I need.

Our tomorrows become memories,
the passion is in the past.
Toss aside the pleasentries
‘Cause our time is fading fast.

So when I leave, I beg of you;
Love a little longer
live the life I lead
Give me one last kiss goodbye
your touch is all I need.

I  am long and thin, sandwhiched beetween bread,

I’m named after an animal with a tail and a head.

Be carful because I’m hot hot hot

I’m served in a plate, pan but not a pot.

No meat is in in my content

But I’m so yummy I get loads of compliments. 

As I’ve had too many requests to sing the song I did at the end of last year, I’ve posted the lyrics here so you can sing it yourselves. It’s by an american comedian called Tom Lehrer. Enjoy!

About a maid I’ll sing a song,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
About a maid I’ll sing a song,
Who didn’t have her fam’ly long.
Not only did she do them wrong,
She did ev’ryone of them in, them in,
She did ev’ryone of them in.

One morning in a fit of pique,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One morning in a fit of pique,
She drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week,
And we had to make do with gin, with gin,
We had to make do with gin.

Her mother she could never stand,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
Her mother she could never stand,
And so a cyanide soup she planned.
The mother died with the spoon in her hand,
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin,
Her face in a hideous grin.

She set her sister’s hair on fire,
a-Rickety-tickety-tin,
She set her sister’s hair on fire,
And as the smoke and flame rose high’r,
Danced around the funeral pyre,
Playin’ a violin, -olin,
Playin’ a violin.

She weighted her brother down with stones,
a-Rickety-tickety-tin,
She weighted her brother down with stones,
And sent him off to Davy Jones.
All they ever found were some bones,
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin,
Occasional pieces of skin.

One day when she had nothing to do,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One day when she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two,
And served him up as an Irish stew,
And invited the neighbors in, -bors in,
Invited the neighbors in.

And when at last the police came by,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
And when at last the police came by,
Her little pranks she did not deny.
To do so she would have had to lie,
And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin,
Lying, she knew, was a sin.

My tragic tale I won’t prolong,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
My tragic tale I won’t prolong,
And if you do not enjoy my song,
You’ve yourselves to blame if it’s too long,
You should never have let me begin, begin,
You should never have let me begin.

Andros Marched alongside the rest of the recruits up to their watch posts on the great wall on the skirts of the great city of Altdorf. Bartimaeus lifted his helm from his brow as it ahd slipped down over his eyes and blinded him, making him walk into the other guards and the captain.

Looking out before them, miles and miles of hamlets and small villages lay before them, civillians milled round and went around their usual bussiness as if nothing was going on. The truth however, was much more disturbing.

Spies of the Empire and Elven Rangers sent by the Elf Lord himself, were reporting that a chaos army was approaching the city, crushing everything in its path. A plague of death and destruction followed the followers of chaos wherever they went, and Altdorf was next. The leader of the warband had not yet shown himslef, which was unlike the minions of chaos, as their leaders would show themselves before their army, so as to scare the men before they were threatened by a millions of the followers of the dark thirsting gods of chaos.

All hell was to break loose within a day or so and the young men of the surrounding villages, hamlets and the city itself to defend the city from a holocasut that would claim every man, woman and child. Nothing would be left, and it would be more than enough killed to please the gods of chaos. It was obvous that deamonhood was wanted, and it would be recieved if the capital city would be taken from the Empire.

Andros gripped his short sword ever tighter as he looked directly down towards the ground guards in the huts below and nearly threw up. Bartimeaus thumped his shoulder and pulled him back from the edge.

"Don’t look down, don’t want you dead until you need be eh."

"YOU TWO! STOP DAWDLIN’ AND GET MOVING!" barked the defence captain, captain Vark.

"Aye sir!" shouted Andros swallowing whatever vomit was in his mouth leaving an acidic taste.

The guardsmen assembled themsleves in ther places ready for the practice defence drill.

"This time I want no mess ups! Everybody WILL get it right i and in time!" Vark yelled to the men in their two ranks.

"READY THE ARCHERS!!!"

"READY!!!"

"VOLLEY POSITION!!!"

"VOLLEY!!!"

"SWORDSMEN READY!!!"

"READY!!!"

"DRAW SWORDS!!!"

"STAND FAST!!! FIRE!!!" Vark shouted hoarse as the archers fired their non existant arrows and the swordmen drew their swords and readied themsleves for the pretend on coming siege towers.

Each guardsman stood perfectly still as the captain inspected each and ebery mans kit and position. For the last two days since the men joined, they had been taught fencing and black powder weapon drills ready for their part in the defence of the capital.

"Thank Sigmar!! We have a completed a drill in time and as one with no one grotting it up." Vark sarcastically commented.

Turning round he swept down the line towards Andros.

"Andros!!! Hold that damned sword like you mean it!! You are going to kill with it!! Treat it like a woman and use it like a man!!! Apart from that excellent!!" the captain screamed at Andros smiling. He liked Andros, though he had a fear of hieghts he was a young and determind boy and a professional soldier that was worth being called a man and a guardsman.

"One last word! This city may die! It just remains to be seen how many of us it will take with it! Are you ready to die for Sigmar and your homes!!"

As one, the guardsmen yelled back their reply. They were ready for war, and ready to die.

Don’t cha wish your girlfriend loved maths like me?
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend knew the square of 3?

Don’t cha?
Don’t cha?

Don’t cha wish your girlfriend knew cos and sin?
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend knew which numbers are prime?

Don’t cha?
Don’t cha?

Don’t cha wish your girlfriend knew fun like tests?
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was the absolute best?

Don’t cha?
Don’t cha?

Don’t cha wish your girlfriend knew roots and surds?
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend knew .3 is a third?

Don’t cha?
Don’t cha?