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“Where does the map say to go?” asked Anna in fear,
“Through danger and mayhem, past door to door salesmen?
Don’t ‘a fortiori,’ speak English is that clear?”
“Then,” said Mary, “can I at least say an Amen?”
“‘Tis prayers we need? Do we enter a lion’s den?”
“No,” said Mary, ” just follow the yellow brick road.”
“Shall we now ask for the prayers of some clergyman
Before we leave this strange and wonderful abode?”
“Aquinas just came here for this one episode,”
Said Mary, “We can ask him for a prayer I think,
He is a nice person to whom you can unload
Your frantic woes, ‘specially when you’re on the brink”
Anna thought hard and then felt like her mind would sink
A Catholic girl who played with the paranormal
She now wondered what in heavens would Jesus think?
Would He think that she was so very abnormal?
“Brink of sanity? Anna asked, with a chortle
“I think that I’m still quite far from around the bend
Let us see the saint then,” she said, her voice formal
“Let us see what Aquinas is able to mend”
They went down the road. They walked to the very end
Where a little church stood amongst the greenery
Anna sighed, “‘Tis just a mass I have to attend
Or do I need buy an indulgence plenary?
“There’s no need for that, just enjoy the scenery,”
Said a man walking out the church’s wooden door
“It’s so nice here, far from any machinery,”
Said Mary, who’s eyes were lighting up more and more
“Are you Saint Aquinas to whom I must implore?”
Asked Anna, “Must i now make my own confession?
Bless me father for I have sinned, last one a score
Or less years ago, is there hope for redemption?
“Always, my dear” said the saint, “now I’ve a question,
I heard you’re going to China Town for some hints
You will pass through many lands filled with aggression
Your journey will leave more than a billion footprints
What will you girls do when your legs are put in splints
Broken from the journey’s wear, tear, misadventures?
What will you do when foes give chase while you can’t sprint?
Sing Sun’s Canticle then, it’s a real thirst quencher
That’s the only help I can give you, now and here
And of course a blessing, I pray for your success
You will have trouble, I’m sure, Just don’t disappear
Into despair, stay true to your hearts, don’t distress”
And with that, Anna’s many worries were much less
Mary grinned, “Amen,” and pulled her along the path
“We follow the yellow brick road to the address
Let’s leave, or do you want to first go take a bath?”
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This strange poet will now leave the girls to their bath
–Fade out– –out!–quick! before one Artemis attacks
It is not easy to escape the goddess’ wrath
The scene changes now and this poet can relax
Scene: a winter wonderland, the snow filled with tracks
Conifer trees are laid out sparsely through the land
Three men and a black bird are munching on some snacks
Pumpkin seeds that Peter supplied the merry band
“Balls to this, and cocks to that, these seeds are so bland”
Cries the mocking bird with a voice filled with much pain
“I’m no foodie but I really must make my stand
Munching on these seeds is way way too inhumane”
Viscount James cries out, “I’ve had enough of this strain
A bird that cusses and my gentle lady gone
Please send me back to London in a choo choo train
I’ve got a new cravate that I really must don”
“Be still and silent,” says Thor, “it is nearly dawn
Leave me be and I can soon find our bearings
Seeing grown men whine is a new phenomenon
Grow some balls, you little man, and be more daring”
Thor walks on, he knows he can be overbearing
Whether they’ll come with him or not he doesn’t know
Even he admits, this group is a strange pairing
“Come see Peterson, this is the real Northland snow
These flakes are proportioned in golden ratios
We are close to Asgard, so close to my homeland
Don’t you think we should now go there and say hello?
I can tell you how beautiful it is firsthand
There is Valhalla, where fighting is in demand
You will do very well there Peter Peterson
There are other great halls, please don’t misunderstand
I just think that this is the one with the most fun”
Peter looks around, “More pumpkin seeds anyone?
Valhalla sounds nice mister, don’t spoil the surprise
But right now I’d rather be eating a hot bun
Is there a restaurant here you can recognize?”
All of them turn to gaze at the sight of sunrise
“Follow me,“Thor says gruffly, “and you’ll eat boar meat
Or stay here without me and go meet your demise
When we reach Asgard,” he smiles, “ it will be my treat”
They walk for days. James, Bird and Peter feel so beat
Just subsiding on snow, sheer will, and pumpkin seed
Then when the three look at each other in defeat
Someone descends on them, jumping from flying steed
“Valkyrie,” laughs Thor, “a splendid sight indeed
We’re so very happy to see you over here
May I ask? You wouldn’t happen to have any feed?
And I’m afraid your horse we’ll have to commandeer”
The Valkyrie laughs and throws them meat of deer
Jerky so vile that they would normally despise
But now they’ve grown wiser, their conditions severe
They eat, and it turns out a delicious surprise
“You can’t ride my horse,” she thinks of a compromise
“Make a sleigh and I’ll pull you to the Rainbow Bridge”
My horse is in need of excessive exercise
Be patient and I’ll soon get you out of this fridge”
They make a contraption that looks like a drawbridge
They fasten it securely on the white winged horse
The horse then pulls them rapidly over the ridge
The horse pants and runs in air with very great force
They soon appear before the Rainbow Bridge of course
Before boredom turns this poet’s eyes from the scene
They’ve finally arrived at the great god Thor’s source
Thor grins and grins, looking so happy it’s obscene
The lamb, safely tucked away in Pete’s arms, maas in disdain
(It’s hard to format when there are more than 3 people talking. I am rebounding hard! Tears and a headache… Sorry if I don’t respond immediately)
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