I really want to do something productive with my collection of runic languages. My first shot in the dark is a poem about a bovine path. Iām sure you can infer the rest.
11/21/23
Peter Pan in the swamp
An unfinished highway ramp
Sharp eyesight and backtracking
Whirlpool fish
Peach, Daisy and Rosalina
Saruman's delivery service
Follow the bovine path / To the fabled mushroom land
But try to keep your excitement / From getting out of hand
The location of the island / Has gone without a lurch
But some remaining evidence / Is found inside a church
To infiltrate the locked chamber / May feel a load of fog
But a guide rests within / The portrait of a dog
Gather the runes, unlock the door / Hone your mental velocity
Travel to a land once of legend / And face the Mooshroom Monstrosity!
I tried . . .