9 June 2012
[For the Crazies of Craziville again, @Delilah, @sjw, @smellyfingers]
Flowers decked the tree tops and carpeted the grass, All Crazies of Craziville gathered in a great mass, The great lion king of the realm, Roared out from beneath the greatest elm, He had been lonely at the top, Soon wanting that loneliness to stop, When that party train had rolled through, What it brought he hadn't had a clue, Little had he known the Shapeshifter it held, But to go towards her he was compelled, Her unchanging eyes holding her secrets, She told him her name definitely wasn't Beatrix, But that she was nameless as a mouse, He was bewitched and insisted she be his spouse, His great mane kept her warm at night, And in return she held him ever so tight, The unlikely match held true, So in this day she wore her dress blue, The lioness, she prowled, Mr Hatter at her side, Smellyfingers looked on with eyes so wide, Forgetting to strike up the foody band, Instead he grasped Sienna's hand, Together they stood under a sky of roses, Hurriedly working the choccie piano to compose, Delilah the sweet, leaving poor Wonky Bill, Alone at the alter, crying without his fill, The Flying Mice stole stars from above, Helping them all to find their dearest of loves, Soon the band began to strum, And into the dusk they did succumb, Narnian trees held out the cold breeze, Another party began with the singing of the cheese.
Aslan's Wedding • Opuss № I