Mine Fondest Pleasure.

Or, "A tongue-in-cheek ode to the tedium of mining."

© 2002, Foxy!


So tell me now, what could be finer,
Than to be a Master Miner?
Filling my bags with lumps of ore,
In medium quality, high and poor.

With my special skill, helping Smiths too;
As I find those veins of metal true.
You want a topaz, quartz or amethyst?
Here, let me dig that spot you missed.

So watch me now, I'm oh, so quick!
Squatting down with shovel and pick.
Finding special ores of silver and gold,
And gathering up all I can hold.

I'm sure that by now, you'll think me quite daft,
For I could spend weeks at this wonderous craft.
Mining, so addictive, as new folk pass by;
" PLZ WERE DO I GET SHOVVLE" I hear them cry.

Poets walk around me as I mine;
Because I'm in the way to the Hyun Moo shrine.
You may tell me gemcuttings' the way,
Yet, I'll mine more amber than you'll fetch in a day!

And when that final pick blow has been dealt;
I'll sell all the ore to someone, to smelt!
So.. to be a master, oh I would be thrilled!

.. But alas to say.. I'm not yet even skilled.