In Xanamoo did Kubla Kow
A stately choklit dome decree:
Where Milka, the sugared river, ran
Through caverns measureless to moo
Down to a choklitless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many a choklit-bearing tree
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding brownish spots of chocolat. [Morwen]
(upon hearing Lisa's lovely recitation, Banazir was mooved to transtate the lay itno english by way of chonese)
..Tietä.....mie..li...teh..to.i...sien, ..Kick.his..rice.grain.head...one.elf Nuo.......ri..so...ssa....ka......sua...va..ssa, ..Glutinous.day.hand.kills..trailer.brush.law.kills Kansa..ssa.........nou......se....va..ssa, ..Kansas.kills.[!!]..farcical.thing.law.kills No.i.ta....saa....mi...a..san...o.ja, ..That.tower.spills.rice.ah.three...families [?] Vir.........si.........ä..vir......it...tä...mi...ä ..weak.son....he.is.indeed..weak.son.for..his..rice.indeed Vy.öl.......tä....van..........han ..surrounding.him...ten.thousand.Chonese.eople [!] Vä..i....nä...mö.....i........sen, ..wow.once.then.rubbed.all.over.body A.l.....ta..ah........jo...n......I.l.ma....ri......sen, ..steeped.it..steep.it..long.then...a...horse.cursing.the.Valar Pää.....s..........tä..ka.......l...van ..fearing.that.it.is.he..watching.for.fun Kau..ko.....mie.....len, ..high.mouth..rice.is.tender Jou..ka..hai.sen........jou..sen ..then.see.sea.cucumbers..will.give.birth tie..s.tä, ..kick.them.to.death [!] Pohjan.....pe.l..to........jen.........pe..ri.l..tä, ..bankruptcy.paid..stealing..swords.to...pay.curse.him Ka..le..va...lan...kan.ka..hi.l.ta. ..see.the.fun..blue..see.and.hate.them [!!]
Then Meneldil raised his wooden harp, and he plucked at its leaves, and he sang:
Red with blood, the building shivers
In through broken windows
come biting winds, bitterly blowing
wild wolves howl
into the winter storm.
The Scandinavian son silently plucks
protruding blade from cloven skull
Raising ruined fingers
by rune-blades wrecked
he posts to a.f.t.
Öjevind Wildboar quoth in reply:
Knowledge the Ents have of
northern forests
and of southern they also ken.
Deep are their roots, and their voices murmur
softly when they are with us again.
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