Awarded Again! Yipee!

Wow, this has certainly been the month for awards! I have been awarded twice! Thanks so much, friends! And here they are-

(I love this one!)

Such a pretty picture. I love this one too. :)
I'm kind of in a hurry (again) so this will be a rather short post. Here is a poem for the Collins Award that Lady Milisande's sister wrote-

Before Lizzy could get away,
Mr Collins came forth to say,
You can hardly doubt my intent,
after all the time we have spent.
My attentions have been too marked,
That they can hardly be misread.
Right as I cam into this house,
I meant to take you as my spouse,
I'll state my reasons to marry.
It would add to my happiness,
and set a model of marriage,
in my home and in my parish.
For it is the right thing for me,
and also now dear cousin see.
That is the recommendation,
from my most lovely patroness.
She said to me to take a wife,
as the companion of my life.
She said to me the girl I pick,
should be gentle and kind,

which is why I have you in mind.

I need to go right now, so I award these to any one of my followers who hasn't had one or either of these awards and wants to be awarded!

Farewell for now,

Conclusion

Remember that post about the poem called "A Day on Da Slope"? Well, as it turns out, that was only half the poem, and Hannah gave me the rest. So, if you want to finish the exiting story, here it is...

A few minutes more, I look around,
Sven is gone, he can't be found.
I ski on down, he's not een sight,
I veel so bad about our fight.
Suddenly, anoda svoosh,
I'm sprayed veeth sloppy, snovy moosh.
I look around, and straight below,
A snowboarder, down he goes!
As my teeth clench, and my face turns red,
I veesh so bad to heet 'is head.
He slides so fast, then heets a tree,
He lies there pitiful to see.
My meanest thoughts I throw aside,
I ski down, svallowing my pride.
I think that he veell be okay,
No more snowboarding for today.
I qvick ski down ta tell da folks,
Dees fella's leg, it ain't no joke.
They load 'im up und take him down,
Und then remembering, I frown.
Cousin Sven steell can't be found.
I glide down to da Outpost,
Und vhat do you tink I see?
Sven! Und he sitting, sipping 'is coffee!

Vell, dat's da end of da poem! I sertainly 'ope ya liked it!

A Funny Poem...

I know I've been lacking subjects to write about, but yesterday I found something while cleaning out my room (not my favorite thing to do) that's a change in subjects. You might remember this one, Hannah; you wrote it. I hope you don't mind. :) So, here it is:


A Day on Da Slope

Last Januvary, ven eet vas very few degree,
My volks und vamily, ve go ov ta ski.
Ve ski Beeg Mountain, eet qvite surprising be.
Like our beloved Alpines in dee olt country.
Vee geet our passes, tack them on,
Then vee go to geet our gear.
Me cousins study hard da map
Of how ta geet around here.
Ve make our plan, vind lift, hop on,
Ve know eet vill be lot of fun.
Een pairs ve go, I ride vith cousin Sven,
He talk and talk da whole ride up,
I veesh for earplugs then.
Ve geet to top, vun trail looks nice,
But Sven won't go, und ve geet inta fight.
He says my trail's good,
But Bighorn better still.
He tells me chust ta take a look,
My head begins ta reel.
As I look down da precipice,
Veeth mogul und tree vell,
I start ta think dat cousin Sven,
He is qvite dumbell.
Ve chose a trail called Grey Wolf,
Eet look like eet be fun.
Eet turned out to be an
Eenteresting one.


Yea, I know it's very unusual and...different, but at least it was something worth posting about. For about five minutes after I read this poem, my mind thinks Sveedish-like, and it be hard to talk regular. Hope you enjoyed it!