Filly Folly Castle

Filly Folly! Filly Folly! Filly Folly! 1. Welcome to ol’ Stelcoaryn, where the sunlight’s busted. With how it were, I’ll fill you in - if you ain’t too flustered. Up here in mist this castle stands, surrounded by mountains (probably) On the throne in the main mess hall, sat the King of Filly Folly. 2. Smearing sap oozed from some trees in his beard and moustache, Sprinkling bark and crumpled leaves on his big long eyelashes. He claps his hands, his servants gasp, and quickly seal the windows shut. A challenger wanders on in, for Filly Folly (the FLICKING nut) Filly Folly! Filly Folly! Filly Folly! 3. His namesake is but one the same as the halls he governs. And he likes to host an annual game, near the kitchen ovens. Wit’ index finger and wit’ thumb, it’s like the duellists are dancing! Dodging scolding kitchen flames, whilst trying to flick with an utmost damaging! 4. “I’m here to battleflick you sir” a stammer humbly. “Bam Buhr rum, ba bum bum bum!” the king trumpets mumbly. He flicks ‘em hard, he flicks ‘em good. He flicks ‘em o’er, up and down. For blimey, *excited groan* it’s well understood that the winner wins the shiny crown of Filly Folly! 5. Well the reason why I tell you this, is coz I was an opponent.. I practised much, I waited long for my flicking moment. I guess it sounds ridiculous, but his shirt rode up as he lunged at me. I flicked him HARD in his umbilicus, and he fell harsh down onto his knees . 6. So I tell you mate, it feels so good, even though I’m a bit sore. Wait, if you’re here then does that mean... you’re here for a flick war!?! Let’s waste no time, I’ll fetch my sap! A word of warning, hide your gut Adjourn to the kitchen, best of luck, for I’m Filly Folly, the FLICKING nut!