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[aid] => mick
[title] => Vinke and Vidda
[time] => 2004-06-06 07:15:28
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[bodytext] => There is an old story I just have to relate, Of two friends from Norway or some inland state, Best friends they became from years long ago, When Vinke found poor Vidda buried deep in the snow. Some say he’d been skiing, some say he was drunk, And fell into the snowdrift from a tall fir-tree trunk. When Vinke found young Vidda’s freezing cold plight, He dug into the snowdrift with all of his might. Till at last he uncovered a brown leather boot, And then kept on digging till he reached the tree root. He dragged the young man, who, half frozen to death, Thought that under that snow he’d breathed his last breath. At home Vinke sat Vidda down close by the fire, To thaw his cold bones by the flames, which grew higher. And that was the start of a friendship which grew, For the rest of their lives these young men did pursue. From that fateful day, they were ne’er seen apart, Where Vidda did finish, so Vinke would then start. Just like brothers they went and never once seen alone. The bond between Vidda and Vinke had quite grown. But then came the day, they were out on a spree, And met with a young girl called Penelope Lee. Their eyes opened wide as she walked in the room, Both Vidda and Vinke went deep into a swoon. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds; her smile was so warm, They’d never seen such a girl from the day they were born. Each made a vow to take this maid as his wife, To win her heart and her love for the rest of his life. They each tried their best to win the maiden’s affection, But she played a cruel game without their detection. She plied them her charms, enticed each with her guile Neither Vidda nor Vinke could resist her sweet smile. She first dated one lad and then she dated the other, Declaring that each was her best ever lover. For months it went on and neither lad was aware, That between them, the maidens’ false love they did share. Till one day young Vidda could no more bear to deceive, and declared the maids attention he'd managed to achieve.. Vinke was so enraged as he heard Vidda’s confession, For he believed he alone was the young girl’s obsession. They argued and they fought with all of their might, From that moment on and then all through the night, Till at last quite exhausted they lay beat on the floor, Till neither could shout or throw a punch any more. ‘Twas then they realised she had played a cruel game, And toyed with their hearts, telling each one the same. Accepting their gifts, they upon her did shower, Knowing she had both young friends under her power. To teach her a lesson, a plan they devised, To shame the young maid so her ways she’d revise. A meeting was set, the moon shone silvery white, As they waited her arrival, that cold winters night. She came through the darkness calling out Vidda’s name, When up stepped young Vinke, and replied as he came, Then up from the right young Vidda came into view. The maid became flustered not knowing what to do. Faced by the young men, both demanding her heart, Explained to the maiden that they could not bear to part. So if she wanted one, she’d have to marry the two, Then they would share her, for her whole life through. Two lots of washing and double meals to prepare, At nighttime, between them, her soft bed they’d share. Her duties would be doubled but if her heart was set, Then the three would live together and single life forget. The maiden was panicked; she no more wanted to marry, She made her excuses saying she could no longer tarry. And that all of a sudden, her aunt who lived far away, Had become very ill and she had to move there today. She turned on her heels and sped off into the night, Disappearing from view and clear out of their sight. Vinke and Vidda laughed so loud as they went on their way, For the maid would not trouble them any more from that day. © 2004 AnnD (All rights reserved) [comments] => 1 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 5 [informant] => AnnD [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
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