Famer's Story-Writing Debate Tournament Round #1 DakotaKrafick VS Logic_on_rails

I had never planned on rhymes! It has been my pleasure to write this tale with Dakota, and now we come to its end. I trust the audience will enjoy the finale. On a sidenote, I see Dakota’s point about the contest. I thought it impossible for the story to last 5 rounds if the Contest was the end of the story! That’s why I brought in the Aremair character – a desperate attempt to give our contest some extra punch and length. Would that I knew of Dakota’s intentions. .. but that’s the challenge of these story writing debates! And now, without further ado:--------------------------If an archer were to have,But one arrow left,Then they’d do best to poison it or take a stab. .. Luckily, the fiddler had one poisoned arrow that would cause a deep cleft. .. “Tie the knot,Bind two ends togetherIn an unbreakable unison,Watch the dashing bow. .. So deft work the precious hands of fateSo quick does it seem,Yet so long does it last“Can you solve this riddle? ” asked the fiddler, playing his strings. The woman laughed, no thumb to twiddle. Spoke she did, and an answer she did bring“Lenny, you seem to love your shoelaces. ”“What? ” he asked, his mind in a fit. “Why the long face? “The riddle is about shoelaces, isn’t it? Lenny stared at the lady, surprised. “Wrong so wrongThe day is wonBut not for youFor my charge begin anew. .. ”The crowd began to raise up, as if to cheer. But first, there was one more thing to hear. This time, the woman did pause for a second. “What is your answer to the riddle? ”“Is it not obvious? Marriage. I know that a young lady is ignorant of the knot, but. .. ”“. .. but I’m not so arrogant as you. The riddle has 2 answers - yours, and mine! Tie the knot, join it in a bow. It requires a deft touch, is done quickly and lasts far longer. That describes your shoelaces Lenny and marriage as well. ” This time, it was Lenny’s turn to be dumbfounded. He stood speechless. The crowd held their breaths, and the silence continued. “A mayor with pride in his veins,Stuck in an untimely rut,Why, he should let go of the reins! A riddle with 2 answers? Tut tut. ”This time, the crowd did cheer. The lady had outfoxed Lenny on his own riddle, and the fiddler’s strings produced not a word. Was it time for the finale? “The eye doth seeA lovely maple tree,The spires of the world,The wind as it whirledIn the apex of mountain;The eye doth see that lovely fountain. .. We see all before us,And the blind see none,Yet we see less than a busAnd cannot see the world’s funWhen we are gripped by a false chariotRushing us forth to heights that are an illusion,When we act so predictably as if a marionette,Dancing wildly in our myopic seclusionAnd right now it comes to the fore,Trying to break on a mind’s shore. .. What is this that prevents us from seeing so clearly now? What is this false chariot? ” Confused was the Fiddler,And rightly did he quiver ,For time passed and still he had no solution,His rule’s coming dissolution. .. No! How could I lose to this woman? I see straight! I don’t dance like a marionette,For I am a proud man. Nothing, nothing prevents me from seeing clearly; I ride no chariot! “I see straight. Nothing prevents me from seeing the truth! There is no false chariot! ”he cried as the final seconds came. The laughter rang through the squareAs the woman realised an irony so rare“You are the epitome of this riddle’s answer” she callously remarked. “What? I’m right! ” Lenny shouted, oblivious to forthcoming rejoinder. “That’s exactly my point! You let pride choose an answer that disappoints. For does not pride make you blind? And it is most relevant now, with your title on the line! Or should I say. .. was on the line, for pride was the answer. ”The crowds cheered for the game had been well played,The fiddler had sprinted into quarrel and lay splayedUpon his title, for he had been defeated by one beyond his wit’s reachAnd now the crowds cried for the new mayor’s first speech“Lemore, oh Lemore,Would that it were the jewel of them allBut the fiddler’s strings are but an old bore,And we cry for more! So quaint this town, yet so old too!35 years has been the reign of LennyI say, there has been little to rue,Yet good ideas have been forgotten like a dropped penny. Lenny ties his knots with another;Well, I tie my knots by myself thankyou very much! I tie my shoelaces without a significant other,Of that you can be sure. And, it’s by a deft touch! ”The crowd guffawed with laughter, well remembering the contest’s penultimate riddle. “Lenny’s an old hand,But he’s so, so bland,This town needs a few new ideas. .. Just like the men ‘need’ geishas! Okay, maybe the men don’t need them. .. If fair Aremair is but a lady’s dull jem! But I digress. Look, this town is a treat,But it’s lost the bit between it’s teethAnd it’s becoming oldNow, I respect and love the tales of your, but I hate mould. Let’s sample some modern touchesAnd be fair judgesOf that which is good and that which is bad,For else we be mad! ”“People now forget the joys of the past and disparage it. In Lemore though embracing the future causes a fit! But the beauties of quaint Lemore will shine brighter if we refine their lustre;let us take what modernity’s good and throw away that which doesn’t pass muster! I’m like modernity – new thoughts. Sample my wit and ideas, let Lemore take what is good, and we shall do better:It shall not be for naught. ”