Insipired by the country song "Rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer", this little piece is presented from the point of view of your average Jedi Force-Ghost.
There's no place that I'd rather be then right here,
With my Jedi, wise words and blue ghostly air.
A Master below is bemoaning his chore,
A Knight in the field leaves a trail of gore
All through the Force, a voice shouts "Not fair!"
Jedi, wise words and blue ghostly air.
A newbie is cussing his lacklustre fall,
"At least" he asserts, "It wasn't like Maul."
Some guy in a cloak says: "The Force be with you!"
Jedi, wise-words and figures in blue.
No we don't fit in with the corporal crowd,
They're a little too lively, and a little too loud.
There's no place that I'd rather be then right here,
With my Jedi, wise words and blue ghostly air.
The eons are passing, in peace and in strife,
A new group of dead is about to arrive,
We'll tell them "Hello", it is nothing new,
Jedi, wise words, and figures in blue.
No we don't fit in with the corporal crowd,
They're a little too lively, and a little too loud.
There's no place that I'd rather be then right here,
With my Jedi, wise words and blue ghostly air.
There's no place that I'd rather be then right here,
With my Jedi, wise words and blue ghostly air.
To my own surprise, 'corporal' is not just a millitary rank, but also an adjective synonymous with 'corporeal'.
'Air' in this case, was meant as a bearing, not the atmosphere.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you had a good laugh,
As always, May the Fiction Be With You!
Clean world count: 212 | Posted: 06/12/13, 0955 GMT