Chanting Hall

[Baughberick]

Blue chica blue blue  

[Baughberick]

BLUE BLUE BLUE

 

[a solstitialis]

Green green.. I'm new at this. surprised


Blue.  

[AniMahler]

Er, yes, you are new at this. Do you remember the house in Twoson(?) where the HHCultists were packed in a room chanting? They simply chanted, "Blue, blue, blue, blue...".

You can chant a song with the word "blue" (or mostly all the word blue) in any way you can, for example:

Blue, blue, blue, blue
Blue, blue, blue, blue  

[Launcher]

Actually Ani, she is quoting one of the cultists from the chanting hall.

So she's aware of what's going on...

Also, she has a rockin profile.  

[hegel5000]

Blew dangit! Bleeeewww!!! Must . . . learn . . . to whistle . . . wait, I can just say:

` BLUE!  

[Launcher]

A box of crayons. All of them blue. Every shade, every tint, every gamma and hue.

Light blue to dark blue, and all inbetween. Some crayons reach as far as blue-green.

But no matter what crayon I pull from the case, the fact that its blue puts a smile on my face.

All the pictures I draw are chock full of joy. They simply can't help it. They're the true blue McCoy.

So stare at the drawings and cherich them much, because every stroke, scratch, and line is made from a waxy blue brush.  

[hegel5000]

Wow, what a blue (and good) poem.  

[Launcher]

Why thank you, hegel.

I take chanting seriously.

Blue blue.  

[TeaParty]

Havent chanted in ages now.....


Blueblueblue

blue blue blue blue

blue blue
blueeeeeeeeeeeeeeee  

[SaferSaturnX]

Hmm, maybe I should write some blue poetry as well, I haven't done that in a while. Here goes nothing:

A small blue bird walked up to me,
His face was upside down.
Every time he smiled,
All he would do is frown.
He looked at me and said,
"Sir, please help me find my crown."

It happens this bird was the king
Of all birds in the land.
But since he lost the royal crown,
From his people he'd been banned.
I found pity on him and so I said,
"Then a journey must be planned."

I asked the bird about his face;
The face that could not smile.
The bird said, "The crown keep my face upright.
Nothing about it is vile."
I thought not to question the bird,
For his face held no sign of guile.

The bird and I searched the world
To find what he had lost.
We searched the land of burning heat,
And throught the land of frost.
And after one year of searching,
We had nothing but exhaust.

The bird and were tired to death,
And we had nearly abandoned our quest.
I was running out of ideas,
So I said in jest,
"Why not just frown, and fool everyone?
Thiat idea is our best."

The bird thought long and hard,
And in the end, he thought,
"I'm rather fond of that idea,
I'll give it all I've got."
So this is how the bird king and I
Went on with our plot.

The little blue bird and I
Went back to his kingdom,
And as long as the bird was frowning,
He was treated as a chum.
However, he did nothing but frown,
And his face soon became numb.

He couldn't keep his frown intact,
And soon everyone could recall
That the little blue bird, the king of birds,
Was not smiling at all.
The bird was found out once more,
And was beaten to death with a ball.

This poem seems a bit sadistic,
And though it's not that great.
There is a moral to this story,
I'll tell it to you straight.
Blue happiness is true happiness,
But fake happiness people hate.  

[ness_nightmare]

Blew, Blew. Oh, sorry, I was trying to whistle.  

[Baughberick]

Sweet poems, Launcher and Saturn. Last one there reminds me of one of the two poems I've memorized. Although it ain't got nothing to do with blue, this here was in Where the Sidewalk Ends:

The saddest thing I ever did see
was a woodpecker pecking at a plastic tree.
He looked at me and "Friend," said he,
"things ain't as sweet as they used to be."

Anyhow, blue blue, folks.
The other one is Jabberwalky.  

[SaferSaturnX]

Blue Blue!
lol, I stole Launcher's whisper color ninja

The poem I wrote started off as a blue chant, but quickly morphed into a horrifically terrible rip-off of Lewis Carrol (I was thinking of The Walrus and The Carpainter when I wrote it, hence the rhyme scheme). Oh well, I was never much of a poet anyhow.
Blue Blue!  

[Baughberick]

Be Lu Ul Eb