Songs of Innocence and XP


My first product of Garrosh’s Poetry Challenge! I ended up deciding that this entry would work better as TWO poems working as a set, rather than one. I’ll be working on something new for Thursday, so be sure to give me suggestions in the comments to this post (and obviously feel free to leave actual COMMENT comments too). So, here we go…


The Dryad

Dryad girl, who made thee?
Do you know who made thee?
Who made thee such damaged goods,
Hugging bunnies in the woods?
Made thee DEHTA’s poster girl,
Snuggling puppies till I hurl?
Filled your head with flowers and fluff,
Blind to when enough’s enough;
Dryad girl, who made thee?
Do you know who made thee?

Dryad girl, I’ll tell thee;
Sister, let me tell thee,
Whosoever, ’twas a dick
Who beat you with that nutjob stick.
Took your love of creatures, heaven,
Dialed it right up to eleven;
Firing my exasperation.
With bosom-clasped concatenation.
Dryad girl, release me.
Shut up and release me.


The Dyad

Dontrag! Utvoch! Deadly dumb,
Endless yapping flapping gums:
What misguided hand or eye
Could frame thy dim stupidity?

By whose diagrams were cast
Your dingy minds, always half-assed?
In what furnace of the dull
Was forged the cogwheels in your skulls?

Whose confounded bright idea
To give you verbal diarrhea?
Strength of thought and length of verse:
That relation is inverse.

Edgewise word was never got,
And no clue have e’er you bought.
Faithful, true, and proud to serve;
But oh the cost: my final nerve.

Rock and hard place, woe the choice
Between yours and the dryad’s voice.
Dammit, I might go with hooves:
The dryad has, but you are boobs.

Dontrag! Utvoch! Deadly dumb!
Headaches rise like pounding drums.
What misguided hand or eye
Would hire thy dim stupidity?



Now as I was saying...
Ode to Gorehowl
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April 3, 2012 1:00 pm

“What misguided hand or eye
Would hire thy dim stupidity?”

Um… that was you sir. Just sayin’.


April 4, 2012 6:59 pm

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April 3, 2012 1:18 pm

I’m happy to see you’re working on your legacy since your time’s … you know … kind of limited and all.

April 3, 2012 5:54 pm

Ha! Love the Dyad one.

Angelya (@_Angelya)
April 4, 2012 8:03 pm

Epic as usual, Warchief.
Suggestions eh… how about a ditty about our favourite city, Orgrimmar?

April 5, 2012 1:07 pm

How about an epic verse on Gorehowl?

April 5, 2012 1:08 pm
Reply to  Aliok

Or maybe that Forsaken man(?) that sells pet cockroaches in Undercity…

April 12, 2012 7:25 pm

OH Warchief, your poetry is truly inspiring 🙂 I love it! /bow

April 19, 2012 4:12 pm

These seem like they could be 2 separate verses on a Warcraft rap track.