Ah Prax, Oh Prax,
Where never went a Zax.
Northgoing Zax in Prax,
or Southgoing Praxian Zax.
When you'd think they'd run in packs,
Packs and packs of yapping Zax,
Beeping tenor and alto sax,
Northward and Southward to the max;
But the search cannot relax,
Or rest in Lunar Pax.
For of Zax Prax lacks.
It lacks Praxian Zax with ex-lax,
piled in taxidermic stacks,
or on sorted supermarket racks,
whether duty-free or with tax.
Wherefore art thou, Zax of Prax?
Off playing at jacks, and wisecracks,
With Menelaeus and Ajax?
Send a letter, send a fax,
I'll search the yurts, windmills, and shacks,
For moose, elk, red deer and yaks,
Among nasoblemes, ducks and keets in sacks.
And so my wroth doth wax,
On the backs of the missing Zax.
Alack, alay, and more alacks.
What do YOU miss in Glorantha?
The above was inspired by the extremely silly OpenHeroWars mailing list.
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Loren Miller <loren_at_...>
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