Metu of Vos, a great Idiot of Lirda,
complained again of the heat.
His wife told him to go for ice.
And so off he went.
He walked out of Vos.
And journeyed for days and days.
He walked without pause
fell down when spent
A year later he approached for advice,
a man in North Peat
“It’s too cold here: you only need ice in Lirda”
-Anonymous,
a traditional Lirdan mirror poem on the famous Idiot of Vos
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