This page contains Battle Songs, Crown Poems & Stories, and Personal Songs about Household Members
This is a Myth that might refer to certain members of this household. It is only a Myth.
|Glowing Orange Squirrel
A Spaniard, and a Chinaman, and an Aztec heard his fame
While filled with fear and worry for their missing furry
The selfish shellfish heard all this, and gleefully clacked
The next day dawned both clear and fair, with wonder
|Somebody's First to Die
(The Midland's Version)
|Somebody's Last in Line
(The Slacker Version)
|Tune and Refrain Lyrics by Alexander deSeton
Copyright ? John Seaton
Verse Lyrics by John Inchingham
Copyright 1999 Steve Katlack
|Tune by Alexander deSeton
Copyright ? John Seaton
Lyrics by Avery Austinbringer
Copyright 2000 Ted Kocot
Somebody's first to die, boys.
Somebody's last in line boys,
We were the middle of the Middle
As I was laying in bed this morn,
Free Militia, Phalanx, Ulfidnar,
The battle starts at ten o'clock,
Proudly march we off to battle
So polish up your armour,
We're the maverick Midlands Army
We're the maveric Midlands Army,
Nobody lives forever
|*Sing refrain twice at beginning, once between each verse, and twice again at the end.||*Sing refrain twice at beginning, once between each verse, and twice again at the end.|
By The Midlands Fighters
To the tune of " The Bananna Boat Song"
THE DRAGON HOST MARCH
Melee, melee melee come and me wanna fight more. Melee, melee melee come and me wanna fight more!
May be big but don't count me out!
There in the battle is Sergeant Aileen!
Master John leads us in verse,
Master Carlo has at great offense,
Party all night with a cask of rum!
On the bridge the think we'll yield
Look at us now we aren't many,
Though Vargas brings us lots of joy,
That Bardolf he's awful thin,
Hit a guy and he's not dead!
If you want to kill some men,
I ran into a bunch of chucks!
Slappy joins us and looks like a toy,
Sir Gunther goes into battle,
Calontir to sing this song tries,
Leopold he may be young,
There stands Dietrich with a naughty sneer.
|I know there were more versus of Melee this year. Please send them to Ix.|
|A Lady of Command
a Welsh Triad in praise of
Gwenhwyvar Lawen fitzHerbert
by Alexander de Seton
by John Inchingham
(With apologies to Lewis Carroll)
c Copyright 2001 Steve Katlack
Among her honors, she is named:
'Twas crownish, and the needling maids
The Tales of Ragnvaldr
YOUNG DAMON KIRBY
To his first royal tourney
He challenged two knights
But youths heal quite nicely
Lordy, Lordy Captain Vargas
|CERIAN THE ACROSTIC
A Sonnet by John Inchingham
Copyright 2005 Steve Katlack
Lordy, lordy Vargas give us all a break,
Lordy, lordy, Captain Vargas is a Knight!
Lordy, lordy, good Sir Vargas hear our cheers,
Lordy, lordy Captain Vargas now Sir Knight!
Cows of the Winter, moo loud discontent:
Elite bovine snow beasts, leap, bellow and howl!
Rise vampire penguins; wreak havoc, Hell-bent!
Ill-mannered were-llamas, spew spittle most fowl!
All Cerian Cantwr’s creations can’t stand
New honors with which now their master’s imbrued.
Cunning, yet fearful, they know bay leaf strands
Already entangle his Windmill of Skew.
No laurel wreath ever should imprison fun.
Too often is peerage the jailer of joy.
Wherefore shackle fantasy, whimsy and pun?
Release them and breed them and give them employ.
Oh death, doom and gloom to those who loathe shtick!
Let Cerian be Cerian, the Bard Acrostic.