**Birthday Party in the Barrow** (May, 2005) - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Hookbill the Goomba · 05-01-2005, 02:29 PM

Not one to be left out, Hookbill felt he should add some poetry from his homeland into the air. He spent some time devising something suitable, in an upbeat mood, after all, this was a Birthday Party. He stood upon his table and cleared his thought.

Now, once, although his time is long due
There was old man, dressed in blue
he never wandered far from his home
There were many, who would pick a bone,
With him while he still had time
So he'd sit and wait till the weather was fine.

He'd dance about while some made a toast,
to the business of the one who'd boast,
No one would catch the old man in his land
But there are no battlements that are manned

While the old dogs howl with sadness
We know that the willow grows in madness
No one has ever caught him, he's the master
Do you know him? No one is faster.
He'll never be seen down by a mill,
His name is Tom Bomba-

At that moment, Hookbill slipped off the table and landed in a water bucket. There were cheers and laughter as Hookbill staggered to his feet.

"His name is Tom Bamba-" He began, but then collapsed in his seat.

05-01-2005, 02:29 PM	#11
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	Not one to be left out, Hookbill felt he should add some poetry from his homeland into the air. He spent some time devising something suitable, in an upbeat mood, after all, this was a Birthday Party. He stood upon his table and cleared his thought. Now, once, although his time is long due There was old man, dressed in blue he never wandered far from his home There were many, who would pick a bone, With him while he still had time So he'd sit and wait till the weather was fine. He'd dance about while some made a toast, to the business of the one who'd boast, No one would catch the old man in his land But there are no battlements that are manned While the old dogs howl with sadness We know that the willow grows in madness No one has ever caught him, he's the master Do you know him? No one is faster. He'll never be seen down by a mill, His name is Tom Bomba- At that moment, Hookbill slipped off the table and landed in a water bucket. There were cheers and laughter as Hookbill staggered to his feet. "His name is Tom Bamba-" He began, but then collapsed in his seat. __________________ I think that if you want facts, then The Downer Newspaper is probably the place to go. I know! I read it once. THE PHANTOM AND ALIEN: The Legend of the Golden Bus Ticket... Last edited by Hookbill the Goomba; 05-02-2005 at 05:23 AM.