Ok, so a request was made for "ogre poetry," so I thought I'd give it a shot. Here are the excerpts...
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misstree:
okay, so this is kind of a strange request... but i do live action role playing (see misstree's_rambling_corner for details), and my character is illiterate but has some poetry memorized (oral tradition and all that)... problem is, i need more... no love poetry, or sex poetry, got more than enough of that... but it's a vaguely medieval setting, and i'm playing a gypsy who spent a few years in the badlands with a bunch of ogres (long story, email me at chaosmagic if you want me to mail you the rather long but relatively intersting character history)... so ANYWAY, the point is that if anyone has/knows of any poems that would be vaguely appropriate and aren't too long to be memorizable in less than a week, please let me know... if you know ones that are longer, well, there's one more event, and then a whole winter but nothing to do but talk to myself and rebuild my repetoire... toss 'em here or email them to me, pretty please? okay i'm done. (boobies! dammit! there's gotta be a cure...)
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p2:
a cure for boobies? i sure hope not!

interesting request, i'll give it a shot when i get a chance. perhaps something about an epic ogre battle?
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misstree:
yes! battle poetry is especially coveted, and especially hard to find (i've been looking), and i can't quite capture it in my own writing. :)
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p2:
metal clashing
swords a-flashing
through your shields
my axe is crashing

bodies thrashing
cowards dashing
it's their blood
that i love splashing

grunting, bashing
skulls are smashing
your tasty flesh
i will be gnashing
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p2:
Ah-Sh'rq of Legend

Behold the tale of Ah-Sh'rq
Our mightiest of kings
The Elven do not speak his name
For the terror that it brings

Unsatisfied with our small lands
He led us out to war
He declared that ogrekind
Would rule from shore to shore

For forty years we ogres marched
The rivers ran blood red
And after every victory
We'd feast upon the dead

He'd take entire villages
And tie them in a pile
Light their bodies into flames
Laughing, all the while

One by one, the kingdoms fell
The elves, the dwarves, and man
And as we marched on Shri'paril
Victory was at hand

When he defeated the Elven Queen
He took her for his own
And so he ruled the ogre kingdom
The elf chained to his throne

For forty years we ogres ruled
The Age of Darkness reigned
But in this time of revelry
Our battle skills had waned

A rebel group began to form
The Elven Queen conspired
She knew the King's youngest son
And knew what he aspired

Seducing with her elven ways
He couldn't resist her spell
He pledged to her eternal love
His father's head as well

Late that night the son crept in
And freed her from her bonds
To his surprise he found himself
Surrounded by many wands

The mages lifted cloaking spells
A mighty force unveiled
That youngest son of Ah-Sh'rq
Soon found himself impaled

The Elven Queen now freed from chains
A sleeping spell, she cast
They set about killing us
And saved the King for last

The fate of the King is in dispute
Some say that he is dead
Yet there are some that say the rebels
Had found an empty bed

Ogrekind has since been scattered
Each waiting for the day
That Ah-Sh'rq, the King of Legend,
Returns to lead the way
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p2:
pronounciations:
Ah-Sh'rq: ah'-shuh-rock
Shri'paril: shree'-pah-ril'
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