It is admittedly ridiculous to make a new chapter for just one new verse, but I am much to lazy to re-upload and re-format the last chapter, so here we are.
To hear bluechicken tell the tale,
if she wrote this, ideas would fail
around verse number eighty-three –
sounds like she loves the king to me!
Well, that problem solved itself. Thank you, Guest, for your important contribution to the documentation of elvish drinking songs. I regret that I can't write a verse for you, but I'm sticking to one verse per name and I already wrote one for an earlier Guest.
One earthdragon claims I am wrong:
the subject of my endless song,
she loves him not, she'd pass him by -
but we all know that dragons lie.
Kanarii cannot join this game
because she cannot rhyme, she'd claim.
I think it's rather out of fear
the subject lies her heart too near.
Dark Lord of Doom, your threats are vain;
my pen you can no more restrain
than your own blushing cheeks, which tell
you're underneath the elf-king's spell.