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Are you serious?306
Well, just you close your eyes first. I'm not doing it while you're watching me!223
I hope that's what you wanted!222
Oh, it's you again. Have you come back to listen to my poems?134
Shall I compare thee to a desert's day? Thou art drier and more rough-skinned.104
That's so kind of you. Which one would you like to hear?104
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, With Guthix' gold complexion often dimmed;89
I'm sorry, but I can't really help you right now. Perhaps you should ask me again later, or try a different camel.83
'Shall I compare thee to a desert's day' is my finest yet, but I've also composed others.82
Rough sandstorms shake the cactuses away And summer's heat defers to autumn wind.74
And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or desert's changing course untrimmed...72
That's my favourite poem. Ahem...59
Sorry, were you saying something to me?54
Never mind, it is unimportant when I have such important matters weighing on my soul.53
Well, you see, there is a camel called Elly. A beautiful, wondrous camel, with hide like spun gold and teeth that shine like an oasis.53
I've written many poems describing her beauty. Would you like to hear one?51
But I've only got six lines left!50
Very well. Come back and talk to me if you want to hear more.50
Nor Zamorak brag thou art in his shades, When in eternal lines to sand thou growest,39
I wrote this poem when I went to the oasis to nibble at a tree, then discovered I'd left nothing for Elly to nibble. I was distraught.36
She's never heard them.34
I suspect she loves another - Ollie, another camel who roams with her to the north.34
If you want to hear my poems once more, please come back again.34
Ah, Elly, how beautiful you are.34
So long as camels breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.32
But thine eternal desert shall not fade Nor lose possession of that sand thou owest;32
She seems happy enough as she is, and I have my poems to comfort me.31
This Is Just To Say31
Ah, well. I shall return to writing poems to Elly's beauty.26
So I shall stay here and compose poems for her.26
I have nibbled the cacti that were by the oasis,25
Forgive me, they were delicious, so crunchy and so cold.24
I wonder if she's forgiven me for eating her snack.22
and which you were probably saving for lunch.20