9/15/2025

9/15/2025 5:19 PM

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Harper's Poem A very special choose your own story Was the first time I realized that you could be this gory My heart melted And so, my coats were felted Rouges of red adorned my velvety lips And from my solo cup, I took delicate sips You were a grim reaper Thus, my heart and my soul were both sucked in even deeper From the moment I saw you I was struck by how I was stuck to you, like glue Some might say that this is case of repression Who knows, perhaps my daddy-daughter issues plunged me into the depths of a depression. This dream has played in my head countless times Almost as many as the number of times I’ve written rhymes As I gently slip off my sexy red dress You reach for my lustrous raven black hair to caress Our night was a joyous ride Pleasure washed over me like the morning tide In the bed, you’re an Alpha Wolf Pity that there’s no good rhyme for wolf Knowing that I’m soon to be banned, I serenade my death song And as Endmaster bans me, I smile and smoke my bong Harper's Poem The Knights of Ryder thundered down the moonlit vale And I was starving more than The Machinist's Christian Bale But I pressed on, heart full of grief and worry I wish I wasn't such a damn furry Because then maybe I could have avoided heartbreak Now that both Ryder and Endmaster are gone, it hits me like an earthquake After our lovely night together, Endmaster's bedroom was ground zero And though we wrecked the bed, he softly whispered in my ear, "You're a hero" As I giggled, skipping to the kitchen to make us some bacon I laughed as imagined all the ladies crying that Endmaster was now taken Castles and Skyscrapers built in my imagination Endmaster's my muse, my lovely inspiration I see myself writing a huge epic While Endmaster's hickeys on my neck slowly go septic Maybe we run away together, me a barmaid, he an innkeeper As he hangs up the cowl and scythe, no longer a grim reaper I'm forlorn, I'm love-sick My heart flutters as Endmaster slaps my ass, quite romantic But as I went back into the bedroom with a plateful of breakfast for my necromancer No one was there, I cried, and called, but no answer! My heart broke in two, as I realized I was just a one night stand Like coin's mom, only I wasn't coarse and rough like sand. As I roamed the land in my nightie, I was reminded of Suzy's Strange Saga Only, unlike, Bobby, I ain't no bragga! But then I meant Ryder, like Tales from the Basement, it was meant to be I finally felt joyous, energetic, happy and free We made love in his cat's bed And when we were done, he said, "can you Call me Fred" Our time together was pure, vile, and deadly We sang together, our catty voices forming a medly But sadly a dragon came one night Stealing my love, what an awful sight! So I assembled the knights of Ryder, heroes most legendary Twas a difficult task, for one who used to be so sedentary But when me and my friends, after many toils and travails, finally arrived I saw a sight which I'm sure I could not have possibly survived The dragon smiling, lipstick smeared on his face and his heart lighter As he was in the midst of having a salacious threesome, with my loves, Endmaster and Ryder! Seeing this, my heart gave out, splitting in two And as I died, my last thoughts were of Tales of the Basement 2. I slowly realized that Endmaster and Ryder both saw me as nothing more than as a place to crash For, in my heart of hearts, I realized that even dying, I was nothing more than a sad piece of trash.