Character Poems

Okay, I haven't written a new post in a while on RP, and that's because Derscha's been very busy.  There has been too much going on for me to find time to sit and write about it in a coherent way.

Today's not that day, either.

Instead, enjoy these poems.



It started when I was asking Myzzi how to pronounce her name.  Myzzi is the sister of my goblin character, Kezrin Kanzelry, and both of them are AAMS Horde couriers.  Myzzi said her name was like the word 'fizzy.'

It immediately made a rhyme pop in my head: "Missy Myzzi is too dizzy..."

After a minute's thought, I changed it to, "Missy Myzzi's in a tizzy, spun so fast that she got dizzy."

That would have been it, except that the next day at work was somewhat slow, and my brain recalled the rhyme.  It got stuck and demanded I complete a verse.  So I've been writing more short poems based on my characters and other characters in WoW that I know.

Here they are, with annotations!

Missy Myzzi's in a tizzy,

Spun so fast that she got dizzy

Kezrin's been no help at all,

'Cept to catch her when she falls.

Missy Myzzi's in a tizzy,

'Cause her work keeps her too busy!

(Myzzi Kanzelry is always swamped with deliveries!)

Kezrin speaks without thinking

Translates words without blinking

Though the words went through her head,

She can't say what she just said.

Kezrin speaks without thinking,

Of her words she has no inkling.

(Kezrin has a habit of reciting things by rote, without thinking.  Also refers to my tendency to copy/paste text when I'm 'translating' before I even have a chance to finish reading what I'm copying.)

Gnomish kettles simmer slow,

They keep the fires burning low.

Though they may be full of bubbles,

Stir them up and you'll find trouble.

Gnomish kettles simmer slow,

You never know when they might blow.

(A reference to Derscha Kettlebomb's name, and her tendency to be passive-agressive.)

Ketlan slowly bows her head,

Kneeling ere she goes to bed,

Hoping hope will last the night,

'Til the world will see the Light.

Ketlan slowly bows her head,

Mourning those who've been misled.

(Ketlan is a priest of the Light.) 

Ari is an elf of note,

If you see her, quote, unquote.

You may not have noticed she came by.

Softly speaking, quiet, shy.

Ari is an elf of note,

Bearer of what people wrote. 

(Ari is a shy courier, who doesn't put herself forward.)

Elren Beckley loves to play,

To her music she does sway.

Across the strings her fingers strum,

In time to a secret drum,

Elren Beckley loves to play,

And live her life her own way. 

(A reference to her being a musician, and not belonging to a guild.)

Where Spriggel goes, there's disarray,

So she stops to save the day.

Good intentions guide her hand,

But others rarely understand.

Where Spriggel goes, there's disarray

Much to Derscha's loud dismay.

(Spriggel likes to 'straighten up' things around the office, completely wrecking Derscha's organization.)

The Protection Orc guards his fare
He'll safely take it anywhere
(Just one tiny little snag-
He gets lost inside a bag.)
The Protection Orc guards his fare
And delivers it with care.

(Bralox has nicknamed himself the 'Protection Orc,' but also says his character can't navigate out of a clear plastic bag.)