{"id":119585,"date":"2022-06-26T03:14:46","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T07:14:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=119585"},"modified":"2022-06-26T03:17:03","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T07:17:03","slug":"hour-17-gyugyi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-17-gyugyi\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 17- Gyugyi"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Gyugyi all bent and twisted<\/p>\n<p>Shedding scales as she goes along<\/p>\n<p>An uglier form, you&#8217;ve never seen.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In The caves above the hills<\/p>\n<p>She lived all lonely in the dark<\/p>\n<p>Picturesque if not a lonely spot.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>From that dark and lonely spot<\/p>\n<p>She watches the village down the hill<\/p>\n<p>As people play and laugh and sing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Then one day came the marauding hordes<\/p>\n<p>With loot and plunder in their hearts<\/p>\n<p>Poor gyugyi saw them from afar<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>All twisted and bent she knew she is<\/p>\n<p>A pretty sight she knew she&#8217;s not<\/p>\n<p>However be it as it may, she got to do what she got to do.<\/p>\n<p>So down to the little town she went<\/p>\n<p>As fast as her crooked legs can go<\/p>\n<p>First man she saw froze up in fright, the second fainted in a heap.<\/p>\n<p>Quite a ruckus gyugyi caused<\/p>\n<p>So much that knights were called at once<\/p>\n<p>Poor gyugyi tried to state the fact<\/p>\n<p>Too late an arrow pierced her heart.<\/p>\n<p>Just as that arrow did its job<\/p>\n<p>The real monsters did arrive<\/p>\n<p>Killed all their kids just like they feared<\/p>\n<p>And burnt their village to the ground.<\/p>\n<p>Those villagers never did find out<\/p>\n<p>That hidden in all that twists and scales<\/p>\n<p>Had beat\u00a0 a truly golden heart<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gyugyi all bent and twisted Shedding scales as she goes along An uglier form, you&#8217;ve never seen. &nbsp; In The caves above the hills She lived all lonely in the dark Picturesque if not a lonely spot. &nbsp; From that dark and lonely spot She&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1526,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-119585","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119585","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1526"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=119585"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119585\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":119771,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119585\/revisions\/119771"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=119585"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=119585"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=119585"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}