Found Poetry
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Simple, non-descript parchment is pinned to various places around the City of Peltarch. What is on the parchment appears to be a poem of some sort.
When inquiries are made as to who posted the poetry, few if any at all can recollect seeing anyone. Though, when they do, all they can describe is an unusually tall Elven Male, with blue tinged skin and green hair.
_The senate is slow
As molasses of late
The people know
They’ll forever wait(And wait, and wait and wait)
Nothing given or done
Now, children with knives
Big ones, small ones
Ones as young as five?(Do they hunt for their food, bread and bed?)
Senators we depend
But decision, no action
No help they lend
Citizens, have no satisfaction(Except perhaps for the senators who’ll read this while closeted with their paid mistresses- By the way, the war is over-, you can come out now)
An orphanage to be built
Lady of Blue waves
She has plans to the hilt
A solution she gave(An excellent solution to be sure! Bravo Lady Mermaid)
Perhaps this month
A Certain Senator’s
Paid Mistress
Could go…Unpaid?
(and donate her normal allowance to the Fine Orphanage!)_
