This tale’s of a lass in search of some romance... long seeking in vain, an adventure to live. One day on her quest she met some eccentrics... all dressed a bit odd, speaking of a strange place. They spoke of brave kings Chivalry and honor And wars not in books Serving the Throne Lands never heard of Bad puns by Herald Swimming naked in brooks Tents that do moan One said he was Norman Crown lists, fencing lists, She told him, "Nice name" Some sign-up lists too He smiled and replied "I have no leather boots, "You’ll catch on to this game" Will my hightops do?" She listened to them talk Tunics, chitons, For hours it did seem Elizabethan, Cav While they spoke of their hobby "Can I use my prom dress? This game called "The Dream" It’s all I really have?!?" Wras with no casualties Many classes offered Fighting great fun Some for Herald too Armour of beer cans "Just who the hell is Harold?!? Bow and arrow not gun And what does he do?!?" Stories of Queens Mages fire, mead Stories too long Strange brews mixed with rum Knights in white satin "Shall I bring my underthings? "What a great song!!!" May I chew gum?" A bird who knew Harold Courts with no judges A wreath that does sing Pointy hats galore They’re called Master and Mistress "Who do I bow to? "What an odd thing!!!" Need my head touch the floor?" "Coronothing" and "BlowSci" Some Dames and a Madam Baldars 4th...or was it 5th reign Bardic circles at night People working together Driving five hundred miles Some...onyl for gain For a two hour fight Dancing lords and ladies SCA, AOA In the feast hall at night Lady’s Night 3 Mongol drum rythm BOD, CYA By bright fire light M-O-U-S-E Wordsmiths, Blacksmiths, Saxons and Celts, Wireweinies, Stickjocks, Chainmail, Red Belts There is on thing that everyone in the SCA has in common...we were ALL newcomers once... I hope this gives some of the oldtimers pleasant flashbacks... and if there are newcomers out there who aren’t too certain about some of the things I’ve written in this piece...ask an oldtimer. |