The Scripe

Thought I’d try a little Dr. Seuss style on this one. Let me know what you think.


Away in the forest and over the hill,

Lies a quiet little town whose name is Bree Mill.

It has mountains and streams, and buildings with beams,

It has people with pipes, and one Hobbit named Scripe.


Scripe, they say, is smaller than most,

His skin tone is pale, as white as a ghost,

But, he is happy and friendly, say his friends who are close,

And he is happiest when seen giving a toast.


He hobbles around the town with a cane,

From an accident he had, where no one was blamed.

He works in confection, makes sweet things galore,

Yet he would rather, you see, be dancing on the floor.


Indeed a dancer, he was, till that ill-fated day,

When a Trolley Bombaster would take it away.

His leg was impaired, yet his spirits were bright,

For now he could TEACH others to dance through the night.


So this is his story, and this is his tale,

The Scripe teaches on, and refuses to fail.

Let this be a lesson to those who are down,

Follow the Scripe, and turn that frown upside down.

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Comments (12)

  1. SEC

    not bad, not bad at all

    March 01, 2017
    1. dreamshadow59


      March 01, 2017
  2. Munkyman

    thinly veiled

    March 01, 2017
  3. jaageet

    What happened to sex and booze, Sooze?

    March 01, 2017
    1. dreamshadow59

      Why, would you rether have me be drunk and horny???

      March 01, 2017
      1. jaageet

        Becouase thaat’s the naattoural whayy.

        March 02, 2017
  4. lil_red

    some wear bitter & twisted better than others

    March 01, 2017
  5. rebecca2013

    hehehe good one Sue!!

    March 01, 2017
  6. dreamshadow59

    Thank you

    March 01, 2017
  7. noahbody

    Good one!

    March 01, 2017
  8. wirelessguru1

    Is that what you see when you look in the mirror!?

    March 01, 2017
    1. dreamshadow59

      On my bad days….

      March 01, 2017