from king of the rings chapter 23: the misplaced virginity
...”Time and space are like marbles under skin, I’ve been living here since 1812”. The old man was under considerable control of his own moral framework. “Be I grey or stained, be I brained, I have seen many years of pain and wheat”. He was indeed wise yet I was weary as he had hoofs for feet. “Dear sir of the land, may I ask about your apparel that you stand upon”. “This is merely a formality in such case a cloven warrior is what you seek, if not I shall gladly devolve into a form less pleasing to the eye”. “Wig of my wink I strain for the light from your purse, toss us a coin from the coffer and I shall fashion a dance fit for a king”. Making a quilt was easy when wet, but dancing for beggars and tramps was no less, although pleasing to the eye. “What choreography am I to be wanting from a waif such as you, be it not power of my own to craft a dance for a king?” “Ah you are most powerful negotiator my good spoon, however in my youth I danced for the great lords of Belgeris, and was it not for the clapping of a sea of hands I would not sit here at your sted”. Green and orange tassels sweet, when blended together from sweat and pain. “I shall wager a bet, on your tinkers face, I’ll dance till you cry or to the underside of each overhanging ledge to feast on moss go i, so tender sweet”. I’ll pass today my old friend, but be you here on the morrow ill harvest a chicken for your wives". “bless you sir, I’ll do just that”
...”Time and space are like marbles under skin, I’ve been living here since 1812”. The old man was under considerable control of his own moral framework. “Be I grey or stained, be I brained, I have seen many years of pain and wheat”. He was indeed wise yet I was weary as he had hoofs for feet. “Dear sir of the land, may I ask about your apparel that you stand upon”. “This is merely a formality in such case a cloven warrior is what you seek, if not I shall gladly devolve into a form less pleasing to the eye”. “Wig of my wink I strain for the light from your purse, toss us a coin from the coffer and I shall fashion a dance fit for a king”. Making a quilt was easy when wet, but dancing for beggars and tramps was no less, although pleasing to the eye. “What choreography am I to be wanting from a waif such as you, be it not power of my own to craft a dance for a king?” “Ah you are most powerful negotiator my good spoon, however in my youth I danced for the great lords of Belgeris, and was it not for the clapping of a sea of hands I would not sit here at your sted”. Green and orange tassels sweet, when blended together from sweat and pain. “I shall wager a bet, on your tinkers face, I’ll dance till you cry or to the underside of each overhanging ledge to feast on moss go i, so tender sweet”. I’ll pass today my old friend, but be you here on the morrow ill harvest a chicken for your wives". “bless you sir, I’ll do just that”