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Monday, March 9, 2009

Brokenbridge A&S Night

Sir Hopsalot at Brokenbridge A&S Night.
He morphed into Little Bunny Fou Fou. Complete with skewered mouse and good fairy!

Barbara filked the original story by filching Sir Walter Scott’s Lochinvar to commemorate Sir Hopsalot's brave demise.

The Ballad of Sir Hopsalot, or Once A Knight for a Only a Day

O, Young Sir Hopsalot came out of the west
A brand-new, young knight to be put to the test.
He knew that his actions would be all the best
If he could but find a fine task on his quest.

“O I am so handsome, O I am so strong”
He sang to himself as he traveled along.
“I am always right, because I’m never wrong,
I excell in might, and I excell in song.”

“All of the young ladies will flock to my bed,
And all of my enemies soon will be dead.
I would wear a helmet with a plume of red
If only one could fit upon my swelled head.”

One day he met with the vile Grendel Tigger
Who said, “We need a strong hero with vigor,
Whose fame and wealth could stand to become bigger
Molly is slick, so we need someone slicker.”

“Vile Molly has captured the fair young Nicole.
This lady’s enchanted and hid in a hole,
Surrounded by treasures so rich beyond toll,
To rescue this lady must be our knight’s goal.”

“Vile Molly steals things that she chews night and day
Nicole’s to be next if she can’t get away!
You’ll gain all of vile Molly’s toys as your pay
If you but this vile Molly Monster can slay.”

“Most certainly I shall embark on this quest.
I’ll show all the world Hopsalot is the best.
I’ll rid Unclaimed Lands of this vile, smelly pest.”
(He was unaware of the cruel Grendel-jest.

For Tigger had plans of her own, now, you see
“This Molly’s a nuisance, and always will be.
If Michele isn’t walking that dog out to pee...
Then, all of her love and attention’s for MEE!)

So Hopsalot went onto the tourney field
“I’ll show them, my quality will be revealed.”
But breeding will out, and his fate soon sealed
And he gained foul wounds that could never be healed.

For Molly was quicker and Molly was strong,
And pulped up and gulped him before very long.
This may have been right, or perhaps it was wrong

In any case, this is the end of our song.