VULTURIUS
Halt, who goes there?
TURKEYIUS
It is I. I have observed you now of late
Thou hast the look
Of a depressed bird.
Share your worries with
A friend that loves you.
VULTURIUS
Oh, Turkeyius.
Vexed I am
By the words of a matchmaker.
He spoke of turnips and blond hair...
TURKEYIUS
A matchmaker!
Oh worry not, my sister.
He speaks of nothing but lies.
'Open your heart', he tells me
'Love might strikest unknowingly
Like lightning'.
I think it's bullcrap.
Pardon my language.
4 comments:
What became of the turnips? HAH!
no idea? hahahaha. the crazy things we were up to.
I miss writing insane stories. Haha.
Yes, I do too. I miss how insane we were.
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