28th September 2017

Beaut Poems

Wildling
You make my heart sing
You pull your bow string…
And shoot me
Wildling

Wildling, I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
I want to take you into that cave and kiss you… down there
‘Cause I’ve never done it before!
Yeah!

Wildling…

Game of what now?

I’m a rastafarian, Targaryen
I got some dragons and they’re
Very scary and
Been here and there and then I’ve
Been everywhere again
Rastafarian, Targa…
Call me Daenerys Targaryen
When you wanna reach me
And if you feel the love
Then you can call me Khaleesi
Got so many names
I’m Queen of the Andals
Queen of the Meereen
Yeah ! You can kiss m’ sandals

[Intro]
You don’t mess around with Walder Frey…
(Don’t mess around with)
You don’t mess around with Walder Frey…

[Verse 1]
If you’re here for the wedding of Robby Stark
Keep the car running, there’s no need to park
He’s not going to make it, through the night…
Keep that wedding cake in the fridge
He didn’t pay me back for using the bridge
I’m afraid this wedding won’t be white…

Boom, boom, boom, babba dippi dum
Boom, boom, boom, babba dippi bum

[Verse 2]
Red wedding, red wedding
Lots of stabbing and a bit of beheading
The Rains of Castamere are here to stay…
Red wedding, dead wedding
A head, shredding, bloodshed wedding
There will be no wedding bedding, hey
You don’t mess around with Walder Frey!

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Writing