RE: Tonguewizard And The Journey For The Perfect Instrument
05-20-2012, 03:43 AM
Tonguewizard started doing his gymnastics while he thought about what Poetry Pete should perform. But in the end, all he could think of were a few dirty limericks about sprouts that might have been written by Jack Prelutsky.
But ultimately, a poetry jam was about presentation, and Tonguewizard had an idea for that. He signaled his choices to Poetry Pete in tongue charades, as well as his plan. Then he made a gymnastic leap into Poetry Pete's leafy tendrils, and Poetry Pete pulled out a stick and began playing Tonguewizard like a fiddle as he recited.
"There once was a young sprout from Brussels,
Who loved to show off his great muscles.
When asked which he liked best,
He held a hand to his chest,
And said "I can only show you with bed-tussles."
That first limerick alone drove the chef to tears. He broke down and stood aside, allowing Tonguewizard to pass. Poetry Pete vanished, wishing Tonguewizard success on his journey, and Tonguewizard cartwheeled forward, ready to face the next obstacle.
But ultimately, a poetry jam was about presentation, and Tonguewizard had an idea for that. He signaled his choices to Poetry Pete in tongue charades, as well as his plan. Then he made a gymnastic leap into Poetry Pete's leafy tendrils, and Poetry Pete pulled out a stick and began playing Tonguewizard like a fiddle as he recited.
"There once was a young sprout from Brussels,
Who loved to show off his great muscles.
When asked which he liked best,
He held a hand to his chest,
And said "I can only show you with bed-tussles."
That first limerick alone drove the chef to tears. He broke down and stood aside, allowing Tonguewizard to pass. Poetry Pete vanished, wishing Tonguewizard success on his journey, and Tonguewizard cartwheeled forward, ready to face the next obstacle.
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