Poetry Corner: Enough

The goat-girl was bleating, in her usual style

Whining and complaining, stream of words long as a mile

Guarf heard it all before, and saw her in her snit

And went out to gather more for her, to soothe her hissy fit

He searched over the mountains, and deep in the caves

For the things that she wanted, she’d become enslaved

She was never satisfied, and worsened her depression

Like a nagging old hag, the criticisms never lessened

Finally he snapped, he could take it no more

He yelled, “What do you want!? What is all this for?”

I’ve given you dragons, I’ve handed you drakes

You’ve won every battle, and dined on mage cakes

To the apex you’ve been, and the depths below

Drank glowing moonlight, putting on quite a show

Gifts of gold, and enough mounts to hurt

So your precious little hooves never touched dirt

You’ve been lifted on clouds, pulled from dangers galore

Goblins are kind to you, and even Orcs, well you they adore

You’ve charmed all the knights, and practiced every fight

And I’ll just tell you one time more:

Enough is enough, you ungrateful wench

Enough is enough, quiet or you’ll get such a pinch

The shaman looked moody, angry, protesting

Who did this Dwarf think he was, proselytizing?

Makaoka had never heard the Guarf speak to her thus

She was angry, and he was making all the fuss

She opened her mouth and gasped, like a fat old fish

Then shut up for once, which was his wish

Enough is enough, you ungrateful wench

Enough is enough, quiet or you’ll get such a pinch

His nose crinkled up red, and his blue eyes blazed

The annoyance was clear, he seemed somewhat crazed

Then softened when he saw she was beginning to cry

He’d said his peace, let bygones get by…

He turned on his heel to give her time to think

Any more bitching on her part would raise up the stink

Into the evening, into the night

She heard his words ringing

And they gave her a fright

Enough is enough, you ungrateful wench

Enough is enough, quiet or you’ll get such a pinch

And of all of her things, her possessions, she did prize

There was one above all with love, filled her eyes

Get out, get out --Out to the stable

With magic and ease, produced her faithful talbuk

The blessing of simply being able

Went for a midnight ride, out of the mud and muck

She rode to a place of peace and quiet

And thought about his words, relieved not to hide it

Enough is enough, you ungrateful wench

Enough is enough, quiet or you’ll get such a pinch

She rode back home, and knew all was safe

Knowing she could save face

Guarf left a note, some cookies, and tea

The note said, “Be grateful child, and just let it be.”

She knew he meant well, and was right as rain

Even if his honesty caused her some pain

Sometimes we are spoiled

With all that we own

Like a snake that is coiled

Kills us slowly, heart of stone

 Be humble and grateful

For the gifts you’re bestowed

And remember in life

There is not a thing you are owed.

Editor's Note: Thank you to Guarf for relinquishing his character to me until such other time he needs himself back. No dwarfs were harmed writing this poetry.