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    Twenty-Sixth Day of the Second Moon,
    Eighteenth Year of Recent Awakenings


    In accordance with the will of Her Majesty, and in upholding the duties charged to me as a Senior Chronicler, I hereby submit an account of
    Romance with Poetry.

    The Mistress of Entertainments, mistress Josie is known for creating events that are both enjoyable and informative, in which is the reason she, at only Honored Guest, gained the Royally Appointed position.

    So it was quite usual to see her holding an educational poetry bell, says her attendees on the twentieth day of the second moon. The mistress announced a poetry bell with the theme of love in preparation for Ardors Weekend. In attendance included mistress Meryl, seras Elora, Trinity, and Sassa, sers Melle, Radulescu and Jeszarae and this Chronicler. During this event, she passed out scrolls that were partially written on, in which she called "Starter Scrolls." Each scroll had a written line that the attendees were to include in their poem.

    "These are bits and pieces of recalled poems, meant to inspire your writing," the mistress stated. Continuing to explain, she added, "You don't have to begin your poem with it, but you should include the line somewhere within it."

    Once everyone collected a scroll, the writing begun as the mistress too joined in to write a poem. The enjoyment was clear as the attendees could not halt their laughter or smiles as they wrote. Using an hourglass generously provided by ser Radulescu the poems were timed. When the sand reached the other side, it was time to present. However, mistress Josie waited for a few ticks more to make sure all were ready.

    The first person to present was Her Majesty's newest guest, ser Jeszarae who did an entertaining Ode to Wendy the barmaid.

    Oh bar maiden, ye mean the world to me,
    Your ale and your face is all I want to see.

    My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
    All I want is some more ale, please make me drenched - in ale.

    I love how ye do nay charge me a fee,
    Oh, bar maiden, I would never trade ye for tea.

    Your ale is like an ocean, an ocean of waves,
    I do nay wish for death, but if it does come,
    I hope to drown in a tub of your ale.

    And your love.


    The entire group gave hearty chuckles and applauds to the new ser for his amusing, yet creative writing. One-by-one the rest of the attendees read their poems, some serious and some upbeat. In the end, a good time was had and mistress Josie thanked everyone for joining.


    This chronicle will be subject to changes and corrections, as I humbly ask that the readers indicate to me through their discretion any falsehoods I may have mistakenly communicated. It is by means of the conservation of the Past that we continue to serve Her Majesty and give substance to those that follow.

    In service to Her Majesty Queen Vivienne, the Office of the Chronicler, and the Denizenry of our Gracious Queen's Realm,

    Yazmin Reymess
    Senior Chronicler

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