So here's part two to keep you engrossed:
I slightly revised a line of my ten year old poem. To correct a continuity error. I accidentally mentioned a "Beavis" and "Cletus" after I changed them to "Buck" and "Baxter." It's corrected now.
This
was the group that came to meet the Gamemaster.
There
was Jethro and Vance, and a dog known as Baxter.
A
swine known as Bo, and Daisy Mae and then there was Buck,
Which,
by the way, was the name of a duck.
“You
want to go there?” the Gamemaster did ask.
“Just
follow my scenario; it’ll put you to task.”
Before
he could say anymore, Jethro let out a big roar.
“Come
on, fella,” he shouted, “don’t be a big bore.”
“I
want to go there; I want to see it this second.”
“So,
Mr. Gamemaster, some action I do reckon.”
To
the above, the Gamemaster just said one thing:
“OK,
you cat, if you wish; this is where you zing!”
And
with these words, he sent them on their way.
They
traveled dimensions and arrived in a day.
For
Jethro, who’d never left home, there was amazing.
He
felt home right away, his excitement took wing.
The
Gamemaster himself, or at least a projection,
Visited
the group for a routine inspection.
He
decided to tell them the scenario he made,
For
the group of those he managed to persuade.
“Your
mission, my friends,” the Gamemaster began,
“Is
to travel my world and find this man of evil.”
“His
name is the Evil Sire, the master of upheaval.”
“He
has minions on the prowl, who have one ambition.”
“To
enforce the evil order, and slay the opposition.”
“But
I‘m sure you‘ll win and beat them to submission.”
These
were the last words before he ended transmission.
After
the routine inspection, the group went exploring.
And
saw sights that weren’t even boring.
Like
the land made of sweets with chocolate not water,
The
land of riches where no one needed a slaughter.
A
green pasture was there that could never be polluted,
Which
was so full of life that could never be uprooted.
It
was in the green pasture did the group first see
A
band of creatures that was exactly seven and three.
Three
of them were trash piles that sprouted big limbs
And
the rest were those that they called “Grimms.”
They
were the monsters that went bump at night
Who
were there before them all for a fight.
So,
the group set forth for battle due to obligation,
But
with a view of the rule book, they found a regulation.
Only
four for a fight, no more and more less,
It
seemed so unfair, Daisy Mae did confess.
But
it wasn’t long before a group formation did advance.
They
were Baxter and Bo, with Daisy Mae and Vance
It
didn’t take long before the four animals did win,
And
sent the lackeys to elsewhere, such as oblivion.
Going
through the world, the animals were victorious.
With
each battle won, their status was glorious.
But
one grew impatient, for he’d been kept from the fight.
It
was Jethro himself; to protest, he’d feel right.
“I
don’t enjoy it here where the Gamemaster resides.”
“If
this is how it is, then I’m not going in stride.”
Right
in his lair, where volcanoes and smog laid about,
The
Evil Sire was plotting; his evil knew no drought.
“I
must maintain my world, the one of evil and fear,”
“These
six that I see, their intentions so clear,”
“I
must keep them from my lair, so dark and so scary.”
“So
I’ll call for the ones who are never contrary.”
The
ones that he summoned were his enforcers of order.
They
viewed fairness and peace as simply disorder.
Their
names were so feared that none dared speak them.
And
that’s why they won’t be mentioned in this poem.