An Honour

Rebuttal.

This is not a reflection of the author. Thank you in advance for suffering this silliness.

Benjamin,
Brother’s Campfire.
……….

“Oh really?” It was the Bard.

Brother grabbed his shoulder but he pulled away.

The Beast had never seen Galvin this way. Rage was more of his personality.

A tinge of jealous electricity filled the Puking Peasant as the Bard stepped to the front.

He looked to Mel, with the flower tattoo on her wrist. With a flourish he proclaimed,

“Mel,

I’ve been charmed by one with words,
oh so black and blue,

At times it’s brought healing,
the road easier with two.

Acquainted with sorrow
and dark flower accompany, 

Encourage budding writer
without charge or any fee

But from the heart you do speak,
not in broad dashes of pen,

But in specific help you work,
time and time again. 

I would spin a tale of La Longi,
now and then,

With perhaps an anecdote or two,
with my trusty pen. 

A dessert in Glasgow, did eat,
and giddy make you feel, 

Good sense to warm near the Campfire,
and eat a hearty meal.”

Galvin the Bard stepped off the stage, for He secretly new he had been bested by the Glasgowian despite the cheers and clapping.

He had won the night, and the crowd, but he had lost the girl.

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