Some basic poetry for you to ridicule:
Journey's End
Lonely tavern, dust
and dirt
Few lone houses, tied
and waiting
Few lone men, voices
low and waiting
Lonely corner, dark
and seluded
A group of friends,
tired and worn
Resting after, heroic
deeds performed
Adventures over, long
and mighty
Many lands seen, many
foes vanquished
Weary bodies bled,
friends died in anguish
Man hardened, tough
and strong
Many paths taken,
duties and travel
Legend in writing,
mysteries unraveled
Steadfast friend,
thick and thin
Quests finished, none
to begin
Here they rest, at the
Journey’s End
Cry of those who are Dead
O very hills where death was sought, o green carpet soaked in red
What value of land was so preciously bought, the glutton of war cannons fed
Why this place that leaders sought, banners whose men led and bled
Lessons of old should always be taught, the cry of those who are dead
