The Ballad of Ogrebug

Note: The following is a ballad from my tabletop roleplaying game of White Box Famous Medieval Adventure Game. Ogrebug emerged full-grown from my subconscious--half-ogre, the son of the witch Moontooth. Think Mongo from Blazing Saddles, and you've got half of him.

Lo, I fifed a silver pike,
a pick I piked right up,
and added it to treasure trove,
a silver bowl and cup.

And carried it I to and fro,
and over hallowed ground,
the pike is long and spear-like friend,
the cup a bowl so round.

And so the horny hairy beast
upon the dead did prey,
and I took silver pike and cup,
and quickly went to slay.

And chased I he through marsh and main,
and ever did resound,
the laughing weeping whispering ghosts
who rot in hallowed ground.

And down yon road through glen and over grave
where worms did crawl,
he followed me under the moon
and snapped me with his jaw.

And so, I turned and thrust my pike,
my pike I surely thrust,
and through his side he pierced and wailed,
the blood that was to burst.

And doffed my bowl and set it on
his ugly hairy head,
and took the cup and beat the bowl
until his brains were bled.

And down went he to muddy earth,
and lay amid the murk,
and then his face began to crawl,
and drip's unmerry work.

And soon enough his hairy head
a maiden did reveal,
and knew I just as sure I knew
the worms would make her meal.

And turning into darkness turned,
the Ogrebug am I,
a merry madman master thief,
under a darkling sky.

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