HEMADEE

HE and DEE sat "alone"

on their carven seat of stone.

Wondering bout the good ol' days,

when one could say "leg pulling" pays.

For now victims were hard to come by,

yeah victims were truly hard to come by.

"Enough!" said one, "Enough?" said the other,

"Time to pull more legs dear brother"

"So strangle your boredom, and drown your woe,

pick up your wits and to the battle we go."

So undeterred by rain, snow, day or night,

Off they went taunting, left, centre and right.

On blogs and forums they wrote,

On everyone their jokes and puns smote.

Especially on good ol' Mag,

Him, into every joke they did drag.

Until there came a day

when Mag wanted to have his say.

And so began the War of words,

with neither spears nor swords.

On one side there were Mag and Nik,

On whom He and Dee tried every trick.

Words were flung that way and this.

O!! it will be a war to reminisce!!

This verse is the third part of the fictitious fantasy that I'm trying to weave around the online personas of a few blogger pals I have met recently... part of

The MAGNIK Chronicles