Winter Ceramic DM™: THE WINNER!
guedo79
Explorer
Maldur said:so only an hour and a half to gocool
GAH!!!!!
*runs around pulls out hair*
Don't do that. I'm scribbling as fast as I can. I've really got a flow going. It should be done in a few hours. And I have plenty of time, about 6 hours I beleave. Since the pictures were posted Wensday morning at 03:26 AM my time.
alsih2o
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guedo79 said:GAH!!!!!
*runs around pulls out hair*
Don't do that. I'm scribbling as fast as I can. I've really got a flow going. It should be done in a few hours. And I have plenty of time, about 6 hours I beleave. Since the pictures were posted Wensday morning at 03:26 AM my time.
"joo can doo eet!"
guedo79
Explorer
Gloomy the Bear
Freddy found Gloomy one day in the dell,
Gloomy was all alone as Fred could tell.
Mommy bear and Daddy bear were nowhere around,
The bear was hurt in his hide of reddish brown.
The boy took him home thinking “Mum will know what to do!”
When his Mum saw Gloomy she thought her days were through.
But she saw the gleam in the little cub’s eye -
Her son would come to no harm and that was no lie.
She patched up her new friend with love and a kind touch.
A present she gave him which he liked very much.
A bell from the barn the cows would not miss. (1)
Cuddled together the two young ones slept that night in bliss.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” the bell did go.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” their friendship did grow.
Soon Freddy’s father caught wind of their new pet of the wild.
“My son should not be so odd!” his Father did say with his temper all riled.
“He should work with his hands like I do all day.”(2)
He did not like that little bear, in this house he could not stay.
“Father I love him and he’s gentle as can be.”
But the farmer’s mind was made up, as much as it could be.
Little Gloomy must leave as soon as he was well.
Deep within the forest is where he ought to dwell.
When that day had come they left after the morning meal.
But leaving his friend alone was something for which he could not deal.
So they ran away together to the forest in search of a better life.
Where they wanted to live far away, from that silly thing called strife.
They laughed and they played and rolled in the grass.
Gloomy loved Freddy and it was returned to him en masse.
Little Fred found rock to collect as his treasure that night.
From amber (3) to quartz they felt to him just right.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” Gloomy’s bell did ring.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” Freddy felt like the forest king
But soon Gloomy felt dreary and so did Fred.
They found a small cave which they made into a bed.
The night was cold and ground was hard.
Soon Freddy had wished he had not left his yard.
In the morning the child looked at his bear.
“I must leave you now. Please stop using that stare.
“My Mum must be worried. My father upset.
And we have no food for which my hunger to offset.”
Never to return, he walked out of that cave.
After all, he had his own sanity to save.
Little Freddy never heard the horrible noise that bear did make.
For Gloomy’s little heart that day did shatter and break.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” The both did dream.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” they never met again. Fate was against them it seemed.
Years went by and Fred grew into a man.
Fishing he took up in order to feed his clan. (4)
He fished high on a pole, climbed it just like a bear.
“It’s so I can see the fish and they don’t even know that I’m there.”
He still lived with his Mum and his Dad.
For the three were so happy like a lumberjack in plaid.
Till one day his father did not make it to dinner.
Mum’s strength not to worry grew thinner and thinner.
So off she went into the darkening night.
She had a horrible feeling of something not right.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” She heard and let out a yelp that she did not feign.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” A bear with a bell was eating her husband’s brain.
She was soon Big Gloomy’s next meal, even though she did kick and fight.
He took off her leg with just one bite.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” Fred had heard while sitting on the deck
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” Fred recognized the bell ringing round Big Gloomy’s neck
When he went looking for his friend of years gone by,
He found Big Gloomy chomping mum’s eye.
Fred saw that his friend was not quite the same…
His next thought was a scream as the blood left his veins
For you see Big Gloomy had jumped him and ripped out his spleen
These days Big Gloomy was homicidally mean
The moral of the story it is time to tell
It’s best that those who befriend bears know it quite well:
Cubs are like puppies – they’ll love you like kin,
But big bears will love you for the taste of your skin
____________
(1) bells.jpg
(2) grasp.jpg
(3) amber.jpg
(4) fisherman.jpg
Freddy found Gloomy one day in the dell,
Gloomy was all alone as Fred could tell.
Mommy bear and Daddy bear were nowhere around,
The bear was hurt in his hide of reddish brown.
The boy took him home thinking “Mum will know what to do!”
When his Mum saw Gloomy she thought her days were through.
But she saw the gleam in the little cub’s eye -
Her son would come to no harm and that was no lie.
She patched up her new friend with love and a kind touch.
A present she gave him which he liked very much.
A bell from the barn the cows would not miss. (1)
Cuddled together the two young ones slept that night in bliss.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” the bell did go.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” their friendship did grow.
Soon Freddy’s father caught wind of their new pet of the wild.
“My son should not be so odd!” his Father did say with his temper all riled.
“He should work with his hands like I do all day.”(2)
He did not like that little bear, in this house he could not stay.
“Father I love him and he’s gentle as can be.”
But the farmer’s mind was made up, as much as it could be.
Little Gloomy must leave as soon as he was well.
Deep within the forest is where he ought to dwell.
When that day had come they left after the morning meal.
But leaving his friend alone was something for which he could not deal.
So they ran away together to the forest in search of a better life.
Where they wanted to live far away, from that silly thing called strife.
They laughed and they played and rolled in the grass.
Gloomy loved Freddy and it was returned to him en masse.
Little Fred found rock to collect as his treasure that night.
From amber (3) to quartz they felt to him just right.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” Gloomy’s bell did ring.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” Freddy felt like the forest king
But soon Gloomy felt dreary and so did Fred.
They found a small cave which they made into a bed.
The night was cold and ground was hard.
Soon Freddy had wished he had not left his yard.
In the morning the child looked at his bear.
“I must leave you now. Please stop using that stare.
“My Mum must be worried. My father upset.
And we have no food for which my hunger to offset.”
Never to return, he walked out of that cave.
After all, he had his own sanity to save.
Little Freddy never heard the horrible noise that bear did make.
For Gloomy’s little heart that day did shatter and break.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” The both did dream.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” they never met again. Fate was against them it seemed.
Years went by and Fred grew into a man.
Fishing he took up in order to feed his clan. (4)
He fished high on a pole, climbed it just like a bear.
“It’s so I can see the fish and they don’t even know that I’m there.”
He still lived with his Mum and his Dad.
For the three were so happy like a lumberjack in plaid.
Till one day his father did not make it to dinner.
Mum’s strength not to worry grew thinner and thinner.
So off she went into the darkening night.
She had a horrible feeling of something not right.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” She heard and let out a yelp that she did not feign.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” A bear with a bell was eating her husband’s brain.
She was soon Big Gloomy’s next meal, even though she did kick and fight.
He took off her leg with just one bite.
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” Fred had heard while sitting on the deck
“Ding Ding! Ding Ding!” Fred recognized the bell ringing round Big Gloomy’s neck
When he went looking for his friend of years gone by,
He found Big Gloomy chomping mum’s eye.
Fred saw that his friend was not quite the same…
His next thought was a scream as the blood left his veins
For you see Big Gloomy had jumped him and ripped out his spleen
These days Big Gloomy was homicidally mean
The moral of the story it is time to tell
It’s best that those who befriend bears know it quite well:
Cubs are like puppies – they’ll love you like kin,
But big bears will love you for the taste of your skin
____________
(1) bells.jpg
(2) grasp.jpg
(3) amber.jpg
(4) fisherman.jpg
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