Hey everyone! This is my 1000
th post, yippee!
To commemorate this event, I'd like to share with you a tiny ode I made for a school assignment. I thought I could do some LBT related, and I also saw the opportunity to glorify a stick, which means so much to Petrie despite being a normal, boring, and dull stick. It's not much, but I hope you enjoy reading it.
This is the only thing I've written so far that's LBT related, so don't ask or expect anything else from me.
I will also have two versions, the one below this sentence and the grammatically incorrect version specifically written with Petrie's dialect. Hopefully I got most of it right.
Ode to My Snuggling StickI glide with ease,
in the twilight abyss,
spellbound,
with my bronze stick.
It is the staff,
with which I cast,
that fear itself,
is even aghast.
It is like my personal,
Great Valley,
for which I embrace,
my spirit within.
It is all that,
I ample,
to feel so content.
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Ode to Me Snuggling StickMe glide with ease,
in the twilight abyss,
spellbound,
with me bronze stick.
It the staff,
with which me cast,
that fear itself,
it even aghast.
It like my personal,
Great Valley,
for which me embrace,
me spirit within.
It all that,
me ample,
to feel so content.
