In the spirit of Baela... Sonea the Pink!
Mine avatar doth seek forgiveness from the spirit of Roger the McGough, Mike of clan McCartney and John de Gorman, or indeed any who know not those wights or why forgiveness is sought...
( After the manner of The Scaffold and Lily the Pink...)
Sonea the Pink
We'll blink, we'll blink, we'll blink
At Sonea in pink, in pink, pink
Style's saviour of the Gifted's face
For she has rended most eve-er-y foe now
And elegantly in every case
That Gigaroth's child
Never learned how to waltz wild
And it made him awful shy
So Sonea took her on down to the Deadlands
And now he's dancing fit to die
Valkor's cronies
Wore skeleton bonies
And they thought Gifted were meals
And so she took her on up to his compound
Changed their diet to cold steel
We'll blink, we'll blink, we'll blink
At Sonea in pink, in pink, pink
Style's saviour of the Gifted's face
For she has rended most eve-er-y foe now
And elegantly in every case
Adamant golem Umyarr
Thought he was rather a dullard
As on his mountain top he'd roam
With Divine Intervention, Sonea gave him some polish
Now she's wearing lots of chrome
Sonea heard Blue Vexators
Were colour match conscious
And they lived lost in the gree-ee-een
And so she gave them colour code consultation
Now blue and green.... are never seen!
We'll blink, we'll blink, we'll blink
At Sonea in pink, in pink, pink
Style's saviour of the Gifted's face
For she has rended most eve-er-y foe now
And elegantly in every case
Chain-ed Will, he
Felt terribly silly
For he did not have a na-a-ame
So Sonea christened him with her Dark Cyclone
And now they call him... history.
Old General Rekkles,
Felt terribly heckled
When the Gifted sought his scale
Sonea's Zealot showed him a different perspective
Now he's her favourite... piece of tail.
We'll blink, we'll blink, we'll blink
At Sonea in pink, in pink, pink
Style's saviour of the Gifted's face
For she has rended most eve-er-y foe now
And elegantly in every case
With all of her war schools
Sonea danced with a drake Fool
And her smile lit up the ski-hi-hies
For she had just slain the queen of Fyakki
And its blue blood... it matched her eyes
Up to Heaven
Her rating ascended
But if she cared she gave no hi-hi-hint
For she must make new, and dye her new armour
For her skilts, they had a pinch...
Oooooooooooooooo Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee'll blink, we'll blink, we'll blink
At Sonea in pink, in pink, pink
Style's saviour of the Gifted's face
For she has rended most eve-er-y foe now
And elegantly in every case
Originally Posted by Sonea
