WARNING! The following sections contain spoilers for the lore and story of Worlds Adrift
A Cha-boot Compendium -
A tribute to the travellers who hold this form dear. I wrote these as a tribute to the world that once was,
(Translated from the Mellifluan by Banton)
There once was an odd Saborian,
Who practised her fine oratory in,
A Verduban dome,
So far north of home,
It was practivally hyperborean.
There once was a flautist Cha-boot,
Who desired to nick all the loot,
'Though she was eager,
The treasure was meagre,
So she sucked it all up with her flute.
There once was a lady of Gall,
For whom a Karem did fall,
She denied his advances,
Miming studious trances,
And making him feel rather small.
There once was a man from Geutine,
Who liked to keep his teeth clean,
He picked up a stick,
And gave it a lick,
Which made such an act lock obscene.
There was a girl of Bargu Jiu,
Who got her foot stuck in a shoe,
With a needle and thread
She put it to bed,
'Though her foot began leaking red goo.
There once lived a man in Ozurgeti,
Who would only eat wholemeal spaghetti,
He took it out of a tin,
And sucked it all in,
And spent the rest of the day on the settee.
There once was a warlock from Putty
Who put cashews in his butty,
They wobbled about,
And tasted dried out,
No wonder they said he was nutty.
There was a Pin from Huacanado,
Who ate the stones of avocado,
He let the flesh go grey
or threw it away,
For he was a drupe aficionado.
There once was a Pekoe or Koinos,
Who swapped out his gourd for a loincloth,
He said it was freeing,
Especially when peeing,
And was thinking of taking it all off.
There once was a Green Island belle,
Who lived in a bright orange shell,
A murky old lair,
Awash wish sea hare,
Which begins to explain the bad smell.
There once was a Great Marsha of Darnik,
Who was always incredibly seasick,
When Atlas brought Flight,
The lad saw the light,
And built a gargantuan skyship.
There was a green zealot of Wellah,
A rigid and tiresome young fella'
But matters imperial,
Turned matters funereal,
When he met with a moving propeller.
There was an old lady of Diva,
Who contracted a rare type of fever,
She went down south,
Where they looked in her mouth,
And chopped off her tongue with a cleaver.
There was once a dice man of Holo,
Who found defeat hard to swallow,
He called the other a cheat
And stoof on his feet,
Inciting the fracas that followed.
The was a young swordsman of Karem,
Who desired to have his own harem,
He grew do dejected,
When ladies objected,
That he bathed in a bucket of Arum.
There was young scab of Darat,
Whose paws were as quick as a cat.
He'd pilfer and pluck,
From any old duck,
And keep it all under his hat.
There once was a girl of Redusa,
Who gave her friend a reducer,
It was right in the belly
She gave it some welly,
Turns out she'd been called a Medusa.
There once was a girl of Agbana,
Assigned to work as a tanner.
She went at a pinch,
and thought it a cinch,
To raise the old leather banner.
There was an old crone from Selene,
Who made a tincture of bean,
The moon looked down
And gave her a frown,
Saying, "that stuff'll make you turn green."