Smackdown Poem 3 begins:
Agolant, wise king, sat with Charlemagne to dine
Hoping peaceful resolution with him to find
A treaty to make, al-Andalous spared war vile
He looks about the table and asks his host why
His men are clothed differently, in different styles.
"Those in robes of single hue are priests, holy men,"
Answered the Franish king, "Who offer grace from heaven."
"In black, the monks. They pray and scribe gospel with pen.
Through the work of both, we are spared from Satan's web."
Then spied Agolant thirty men in filthy rags,
Sitting in the dirt, they had no (something) , eating scraps
Assonance is hard, y'all! I may have to finish this on paper, day-of or something. I haven't done anything so last-minute in ages!
Roland is printed out, have to make sure it made it into the binder. And/or frame. I've heard some other bards mention they wanted a translation (I think it was Master Efenwealt on the Performer's Guild list?) so putting it 'out there' in case anyone wants to use it might be a good idea.
'Thor and the Moose' is not getting a frame.
Should print out Smackdown poems that are complete. Performing copies, copies for binder. Copies for Poeta? *madly scatters papers into the air* Copies for everybody!
Need to decide if the poster stand works to hold the lyre.
Garb is packed. Most A&S stuff is packed. Select instrument(s) to bring. Need to pack feast gear, snacks, mundane toiletries, music for car ride. Tonight, since I'm leaving from work tomorrow. Also, replace windshield wiper blade.