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

MAG

Oh there are many rhymes unsung,

When the world was still young,

And the forests and glades green,

And shameless "blog-vertising" unseen.

And then Mag was born and walked around,

And his blog with madness he drowned.

The winds of lunacy inspired him,

Escaping his wit, there were chances slim.

O the Great Mag was an Insane thing,

whom every blogger was cursing.

He wandered on Blogger and wordpress strands,

Way beyond mere mortal lands.

His posts were long, his posts were keen,

His insane blog from afar was seen.

All the stars populating the heaven,

Were mirrored in his words silvern.

This verse is the second 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

NIK

A blogger-dame there was of old,

A shining star she was by day.

Her blog green with a riches untold,

In her posts she had a lot to say.

Her hair was long, her limbs white,

And fair she was and free.

And in the wind she went as light,

As flower of the pear tree.

There was an glitter in her gaze,

And a light upon her hair.

As if the sun poured golden rays,

On sweet Nik fair.

Hail Nik, royal maiden rare,

Slender as steel-blade, strong and fair.

Flame upon the field of battle,

Making enemies tremble, quake and rattle.

This verse (if you want to call it a verse) is part of a fictitious fantasy that I'm trying to weave around the online personas of a few blogger pals I have met recently. I want to call this fantasy...

The MAGNIK Chronicles.