I have to correct my dear friend, Jorn,
Kelsea is Blonde I believe.
No matter the love, you'll earn her scorn,
and her anger soon retrieve.

You can't mess up when describing your gal,
She'll think you awfully unkind,
accuse you of being dishonest she shall,
or forgetting her looks in your mind.

I have to correct Halif, my friend,
for he seems to enjoy making us cringe,
he tries to give the childer their end,
but only earns himself Duiran's cold revenge.

I have to offer some advice Val,
about all your male friends, I must.
You'd be best suited with, like Liz, a gal,
for men are just after your bust!

In all seriousness, Karrok, end that pout,
I must give you a piece of my mind.
Get over it and ask Val out,
and keep your eyes off her behind!

I must say to Kismit, my blackwinding friend,
you're easily caught- though you don't think so.
Stay out of Duiran or you'll meet your end,
perhaps if you try harder you can hide, though.

To Hatake, my guildmate, who loves a good party,
lose desire to see novices die from ale,
I believe our young are much more hearty...
Though, I have seen a few grow awfully pale.

To Ehlana, my dearlaid-back friend,
you and I will have an awfully good time.
But we must first help 'her' to get that stick out of her rear-end,
so we can get 'her' to dance, sublime. (In public, no doubt!)

I have a correction on my part, Fanico, my mother.
Though I know I want to be of your family,
I couldn't think of marrying my brother.
Perhaps in another few years, I'll consider Gilly.

Dad, Wylliam, the only serious blood in our clan,
you've been a good father and a great friend.
But the public displays of affection, though you make them clean as you
can,
still gross your kids out! They need to end.

I'm out of ideas now....If I think of more I'll continue this some other
time...

Love,
ODIE!












Penned by my hand on the 5th of Lanosian, in the year 264 MA.