It's past noon as I'm walking through the shire
Quietly making my way to the intersection
Past the dead heart of the shire
And I wait for them
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Great title: Merry Maids of Mayhem!
But what did they sing
Was it some folklore thing,
Or perhaps a bit of pop
With mindless repitition that never seems to stop.
But in the city where you dwell
Would be proper that their voices swell
To embrace the culture of us all
And not be mayhem at all.
So perhaps you'll write another bit
To let us know where the preformers sit
And entertain us with lyrics,
Music from their 15 minutes.
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Great title: Merry Maids of Mayhem! But what did they sing Was it some folklore thing, Or perhaps a bit of pop With mindless repitition that never seems to stop. But in the city where you dwell Would be proper that their voices swell To embrace the culture of us all And not be mayhem at all. So perhaps you'll write another bit To let us know where the preformers sit And entertain us with lyrics, Music from their 15 minutes. s