Nah, it’s a modified version of this original poem:
Hark hark the dogs do bark
The beggars are coming to town
Some in rags and some in jags
And one in a velvet gown.
Robyn, you must be quoting “The Thirteen Clocks” by James Therber!
“Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,
but only one in three…”
I forget the rest of the second stanza. But awesome taste!
My personal favorite:
“The night is dark and growing darker, cold and growing colder…”
And yet, I’m immediately reminded of all the times I rhyme like this randomly by accident. Do you have a little Nyarlathotep in you?
I used to, but a few doses of Elder Sign Antideitics cleared it right up.
Elder Sign Antideitics – it’s also a great remedy for hangovers! Buy some today!
Fun fact! It’s just hair of the shoggoth dressed up in a fancy bottle.
I wish, man. A bit o’ Nyarlathotep in your tummy? Amazing diet plan, though results may vary.
No, Nyarlathotep, don’t flick away Spiderbro! He’s just trying to protect his friend against the horrors Beyond the Wall of Sleep!
Is Nyarlathotep giving that poor girl Elder Noogies? The Noogie that drives men mad…
Elder indian burns from beyoooooooond.
Do I spy a “Hark, a Vagrant” reference…?
Nah, it’s a modified version of this original poem:
Hark hark the dogs do bark
The beggars are coming to town
Some in rags and some in jags
And one in a velvet gown.
This version seems more familiar than the original somehow, although I have heard or read the latter somewhere before. It is quite unsettling.
I like your version better. It’s suitably terrifying. *ponders how to inflict it upon PCs*
Robyn, you must be quoting “The Thirteen Clocks” by James Therber!
“Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,
but only one in three…”
I forget the rest of the second stanza. But awesome taste!
My personal favorite:
“The night is dark and growing darker, cold and growing colder…”