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'''Title: Bawdy Poetry - Volume, the First.''' '''Author: Aerich Dragon''' ------------------------------------ '''Nujel'm''' I once knew a woman, a fine lass she was. She came from Nujel'm, I know this because, Tis where I awoke, a pain in my head, a large man before me, cursing me for dead! Twas quite a shock, I knew not why? I looked to my left; twas there that she lie. Her fine red dress, that she wore the night before, was lying in a heap, across the room, on the floor! With this little clue, I figured what transpired, I had to get out, before I expired! I lept to the window, my hat in my hand. Out I jumped, hoping to land. I did that quite well. quite well indeed. 'twas then that I noticed, the thorny cactus weed! 'twould not have hurt much, this truth I do tell. 'cept that my pants, were on the floor as well! Trinsic I were wanderin' round, fair Trinsic Towne. Bored to tears, I wore a deep frown. Me idle mind, and me empty hands, were waitn' for somethin' To pass the sands. I'd spent most me coins on this and that, I'd just 'nough left, for a cold mug of Stout, A beautiful sight, arose afore me eyes. tucked to the left, a cozy tavern lies. I sauntered on in, looked all around, pulled up a chair, and sat right down. I ordered a mug, from a comely wench, she brought me my ale and sat on me bench. We started to chat, she were dull as a rock, though her figure were flawless, an of that I took stock She were quite taken, with me charm and wit, and right next to me, she did venture to sit. I sat and I sipped, my arm round her waist. Twas on her mind, to lure me with haste! She coaxed me with skill, and practiced debate. She said "Follow me, I'll not make thee wait"! I finished me ale, with a smile on me lips, I followed her aloft, my hands on her hips. We entered her room, through an old wooden door, twas quite soon thereafter that our clothers hit the floor! After a spell, our passion was spent. I did beg my leave, and she did consent. Before I could leave, She asked with a smile, for 30 gold coins, a nice shiny pile. I was taken aback, the thought made me sick. I'd not have thought, I was only a trick! I said to the lass, "Couldn't it be- that the pleasure alone was enough for thee"? I stood there transfixed, like a vessel at dock. Awaiting her answer, when it came twas a shock. "Your skill was immense, but to be rid of this pox, I need 30 coin, for a spell named An Nox"! [[Category:Poetry and Song]]

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