It’s Christmas Eve Eve, and our last post before Christmas. There’s no better way we can think of spending Christmas than with the second thrilling part of the Werewolf of Oz‘s Battle of Bri’s bane epic war poem trilogy.
Christmas Wishes
Hi, it’s Greenygrey, with the first episode of the week of our comedy fantasy classic Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps, available for just one £5 Amazon voucher or the equivalent in worldwide (human) currencies.
We hope you all have a great Christmas and holidays!
Battle of Bri’s bane Soap Opera Style
As British soap operas build up their storylines towards the big Christmas episodes ratings war, the Battle of Bri’s bane epic trilogy poem reaches its peak in this second part.
There’s still lots more thrilling and funny fun ahead, so please don’t think this is the end of the end; or the beginning of the end; more like the middle of the end.
Topical Stuff
As heavy rain hits Britain, it is also quite topical in that part of the human world. Thankfully, it’s just normal rain falling on the U.K.: not acid rain!
Australia has not yet renamed Brisbane to Kevsbane, but this accompanying photo shows what the change might mean to its visual appearance.
Chapter 134. Will a Hat-trick be Enough for Rain
Battle of Bri’s Bane Epic Trilogy Poem 2
The COG commandos lost legions
fur and skin torn to lesions
rolling back down the slope in heroic death
Chinchillas of Goya drawing their last breath.
I reached the top after an hour of struggle
and saw Bri’s bane officers in a huddle
Emily and Brian were flying a pincer attack
Emerald from the front, Baggy from back.
My travel companions and I rushed to help
an arrow glanced Aussie and it gave out a yelp
we continued on through a battlefield royal
the chinchillas and allies staying loyal.
As Brian and Emily approached Bri’s bane
the huddle suddenly opened into acid rain
seeming to scent Brian it turned sharply
and flew screeching like a demented harpy.
I shapeshifted into a wolf and raced to Brian
distracting Bri’s bane rain as Emily leapt like a lion
Brian jumped for joy as the hats converged
soaking up the acid rain until it was purged.
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Notes
The harpy was a winged spirit in Greek mythology.
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