23 May 2012
The battlefield was ripe, With temper and with strife, Opussians and Fairytalers, Fighting life for life.
At the centre of the planes, Stood Cinders, Snow and Pigs, The ugly stepsisters close behind, Jostling with their wigs...
Opposing them stood Opussia, It's army fierce and brash, Kittens clad in war-gear, Spread out like a mewing rash.
A voice rang out with bravery, A quiver to the tone, And plead with true indignance: To leave the war alone.
Why fight where peace could thrive? A voice of reason plead, But both sides rallied vehemently, They'd see each other dead.
Opussia stood brave and tall, Taking in invaders' strength, Casting wary glances, Over every cloth and thread.
A godmother hovered worriedly, Peter at her side, Gingerbread man accompanied them, To find a place to hide.
Amidst the chaos and battle, Time suddenly seemed to stop, And across the rage-crazed battlefield, A white rabbit began to hop.
'Oh where have I put my pocket watch?' He murmured distractedly. And came upon it glinting, In the palm of @Naaviie.
The war began to ebb away, The fighting slow then halt, Because of Mr.Rabbit, And the confusion of revolt.
The Fairytalers dropped their tools, Opussians stopped yelling, Both sides gave glances at each other, And considered their home dwellings.
They're not so different after all, They conceded with a laugh. And the war was stopped in sudden joy, And end to all riff-raff.
Happily. Ever. After. • Opuss № I