Fic/Semi-fic: Tourney entries 1

[jedi_of_urth]

Title: Untitled Various
Author: jedi_of_urth
Fandom: ASOIAF
Characters/Pairings: Jorah, Stark ladies, various
Rating: PG for a couple of naughty words
Breakdown: 1 drabble, 3 limericks, 3 haiku
Prompt: Various prompts for westerosorting Tourney of the Hands challenges. Minor character drabble, general poems
Summary: Jorah reflects on his dishonor. A little bit of ASOIAF humor. Stark ladies on hard times.
Disclaimer: ASOIAF isn’t mine
Author's Notes/Warnings (fic): Spoilers through AFFC, butcher rhyme schemes, obvious Stark bias; you know, the usual.
Author’s Notes (flashback): Originally posted for various TotHs through the end of 2011, though nothing won anything.


Rash Decisions

Jorah had thought his father rash when he had gone to join the Night’s Watch, in the years since Jorah had proved far more rash than Jeor. He had married rashly, he made rash choices to try and keep that marriage; and now that everything was lost to him he didn’t have time to run away smartly, that would have to be done rashly too.

He took as much as he could afford to transport with him across the seas, away from Ned Stark’s blade. But he only took lesser swords, leaving Longclaw for someone who might restore its honor.


Limericks

1)
Six puppies were found in the snow,
their mom killed by a stag don't you know.
But when the old man went down
the lion wore the crown
so this symbolism does blow.

2)
The once was an old man named Tywin,
Who sure found the worst place to die in.
The privy does stink,
And his son one would think,
Would have known his dad’s shit wasn’t golden.

3)
When a throne is made out of swords
You had best watch yourself my lords,
As judgment you pass
It will chew up your ass,
Or just make a seat cover dullards.


Haiku for House Stark Woman

Only revenge left
That fire brought you back to life
With a little help.

Lonely little bird
Not so much the wolf you were,
Trust too easily.

“No One” you say now
When they ask you for your name
But the wolf howls still.