Three Drunken Maidens and a Klah Pot

Kassima: "What's so bad about being drunk? Personally, I think nothing. Nothing, that is, until the ceiling starts nodding at you."

Three Drunken Maidens and a Klah Pot

It was night in the Hall, and three maidens fair
Were chatting and drinking the mulled wine there.
But they didn't stop, and after awhile,
It became clear that they were getting drunk, in style.

The wine was flowing--good Benden red--
And Thera and Martigan watched with dread
As the ladies grew stranger and their voices got higher;
It seemed that of drinking, they would never tire.

After they'd stomached all anyone can,
Thera and Martigan hatched a plan.
The klah, they said, they soon would steal,
Before their friends got weird for real.

Kassima, however, had heard their foul scheme,
And prepared against it--or so it would seem--
For she grabbed a towel from the kitchen sink,
And threatened them with it before they could blink.

Thera had decided her cousin was crazy,
And figured the wine was making her lazy.
So she rushed the klah pot and pulled it away,
But Kassima held on--she wanted it to stay!

Martigan tried to help Thera to win,
But Holly saw this, and gladly joined in.
Neither side was willing to give up the fight--
It looked like the struggle would last the whole night.

Until Thera tried tactics that weren't very fair--
She let go of the pot, and the hapless pair
Who'd been tugging and pulling, giving it their all,
Crashed, both of them, right into the wall!

So our heroic duo lay slumped on the floor,
With headaches even worse than they'd had before.
But that wasn't the worst part--they felt hot klah soak
Into their clothes--'cause the klah pot had broke!

The pair back to their seats had begun to trudge,
When out of the kitchen, there came a loud drudge
Who shrieked and hollered, and threw quite a fit--
Because the klah pot was hers--and she had loved it!

Kassi rolled her eyes and Holly shook her head,
And both of them wished this drudge would drop dead,
Until the drudge was forced to leave them alone,
And into their seats, they dropped like a stone.

As if that weren't enough, now every day,
The drudge swears that she will make those two pay.
But they've already paid--they were given no choice--
For the drudge's best weapon is her horrid voice!

So whenever you're in Ruatha's Great Hall,
Through fog and fire, through flood and Fall,
Lest you anger the drudge with the voice like a saw,
By the First Egg, don't shatter the new pot of klah!

			---Written by Kassima

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