Middle Earth Ranger Forum

After a great suggestion in the discussion of the Corruption story, I have added the Bard's Stage. This is an are for stories, poetry, songs, or direct links to songs or videos.

Great idea, thanks!

I'm almost tempted to suggest renaming it Ken's Stage. Almost.

LOL well thanks Greg but it's a stage for everyone. I for one can't wait to hear the tales that I know everyone else has! Just let me get settled into my little corner in the shadows....

Would you settle for "Drunken Soapbox" as an alternative title, then? I mean, after all, a stage is for ALL forms of ranting *cough* erm...I mean...performing...right?

Being that it was Will's suggestion, How about The Willrett Shake-a-spear Theatre.

Taking from another awesome fantasy series, we could call it "The Gleeman's Stage"... What do you think of that, huh?

Since my skill at anything that would go here is wellll lets go with not very good. I also like the gleemans stage, but with that we could put some other entertainment, music, juggling, story telling and dances (Pete keep it pg )

Wasn't expecting this to turn into a renaming thread...I think the Bard's stage is awesome.

Pete, if you make one more joke that leaves a sour taste in my mouth, so help me I'll find you...

Great idea for a section, now us Ranger have a place to sit around the fire and tell tells and songs.

This new forum was done during my absence, so I think it's funny that while I was offline, I was thinking up a story to go along with my ugly axe and another axehead I'm working on at the moment. When they are done, I'll post a tale of how they were acquired. Hopefully it'll be intertaining.

Being that it was Will's suggestion, How about The Willrett Shake-a-spear Theatre.

No comment.

So, would this be the place to tell tall tales (slightly enhanced versions thereof) of our great adventures? Sindara

turnip wrote:So, would this be the place to tell tall tales (slightly enhanced versions thereof) of our great adventures? Sindara

Absolutely................ not that I personally have ever embellished.

There once was a little girl, sat by the shore
Reading library books of animal lore
A photograph, taken this very place
Showed an otterhead with a whiskered face

Little girl went and she asked her pa
Then she ran and asked her ma
Her parents told her, through their tears
There hadn't been an otter for a thousand years

Well that can’t be true, the picture book said!
But that book’s so old, the author's long dead.
When the sea rose up the kelp all died
The otters went away, nobody knows why.

The little girl cried "How can this be,
That there's no otters in the sea?
I'll take my case to the highest man
And ask him to do whatever he can.”

So the very next day they went to town
Little girl wore her finest gown
They went to the place where the big man stays
On his golden throne with a silver sleigh

Santa said, "Little girl, I can see you're sincere
I'll do my best, now don't you fear.
I'll bend time, make it go the wrong way
And you'll see the otters on Christmas day."

Well the little girl died on Christmas Eve
Her cancer, it gave no reprieve.
But Santa remembered what he did say
And she played with the otters on Christmas day.

Ottherhead, Otterhead,
can't you see
There’s gotta be otters playin’ in the sea
Ain’t no good if they all gone away
There’s gotta be otters bobbin’ in the bay

December 22, 2012