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Zanaffar-y
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T'was Dil Brando-ed in the Sairaag toves
Did get Gaav Flared in the wabe
All mimsy were the sorcerers
And the Megiddo Flare made him outraged
"Beware the Zanaffar, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Tibia bird, and shun
The mischievous Phibrizzo-snatch!"
He took the Sword of Light in hand:
Long time his three-headed foe he sought—
So rested he by the Holy Tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in non-existent thought he stood,
The Zanaffar with eyes of flame,
Came floating through the miasma wood,
And roared a lot as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The Sword of Light went swisher-slash!
He wanted it dead, so on its head
He planted a really big tree.
"And, has thou slain the Zanaffar?
I'll buy you dinner, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
T'was Dil Brando-ed in the Sairaag toves
Did get Gaav Flared in the wabe
All mimsy were the sorcerers
And the Megiddo Flare made him outraged
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Author's Note to the Reader who Endured this Foolishness: I warned you, didn't I?
I apologize for my thoughtlessness and my idiocy. Please forgive this one.