The Tale of Boreas and Faerendale

Allow me to tell you the tale

Of Boreas and his twin Faerendale

As things were before, they loved nothing more than hunting and women and drinking ale.

But one day Faerendale went to claim

A package addressed to his name

He set off to the woods to fetch the goods and in love he fell with a dame.

Three days before they were wed

Faerendale lay in hid bed

When a beautiful blonde, of whom he was fond came asking for things left unsaid.

Although Faerendale was not gay

He sent the young lady away

When Boreas leanred what his brother had turned he said “bro, are you OK”?

After a long day hunting sheep

Farendale lay fast asleep

When a stunning brunette wearing just a barrette woke him asking for something deep.

Although it pained him to say

He told her to go away

When Boreas heard he said, “this is absurd, I’ve thought of a trick we can play”.

So on the eve of the wedding

He waited in Faerendale’s bedding

A redheaded dame set his passion aflame and together they set of treading.

In the morn’ there was news to confound

Boreas was nowhere to be found

There are rumors galore for one to explore but the truth I assure will astound.

NOOOOOOPE, NEVERMIND. You’re in way over your head again you horn-headed sod. Wormtooth will eat your manhood if this gets out, and she’s just the flower of the Racna plant.