Occasionally I write stuff for the SCA that is left turn from my usual. This one was one of those. I have known Maika for an appallingly long time. She has always had a thing about dinosaurs. When I officiated at her wedding, plastic dinosaur toys were scattered all over the centerpieces. During the reception guests redistributed the toys, and they ended up in my hair, in my purse and slipped into my pockets, like a case of reverse pickpocketing. When she was given a writ for the Pelican I figured I owed her at least this much.
Her regalia included dinosaurs embroidered on the sides of her Pelican cloak, and there were dinosaur toothpicks included as part of the vigil food.
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I am Countess Chatrikam Meghanta and I will speak for the Order of the Rose for this candidate:
For the Roses speak when they’re inspired,
Or when a candidate’s admired
By an Order, and is required,
To answer questions, kneel before us.
For the Roses speak when they’re inspired,
Or when a candidate’s admired
By an Order, and is required,
To answer questions, kneel before us.
Maika is that candi-date,
whose work we can not calculate
but surely does encapsulate
Some ideals of a peerage chorus.
For a Pelican is just a dino- fossil
With feathers and a beak colossal.
Their reputation is hardly docile;
She is the fiercest Enable-o-saurus.
Her tricera top service? Heroic.
Her demeanor, calm and stoic.
Her courtesy’s evolved, not prehistoric,
To describe her grace I'd need a thesaurus.
Merci, thank you, T. Rex and Regin-ah,
you can not elevate anyone finer.
The Order will raptor their arms around her,
as the newly hatched Pelican-o-saurus.
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Note to self: just in case you get called out for being a bat poet, reply with: "Jurassic times call for Jurassic measures"
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