For every Wednesdayth eve, during the gathering of the Northvvestern Flipsyde under the pale moonlight, the managing bard hath woven a new tale of song and script to entertain the Flippays in their minstrel ways. To the great shock and dismay of all in attendance of this gathering this week, the newly risen managing bard hath not prepar’d a new enchanting ballad.

“Every tuesdayth I go to rest in my liege’s domain, support’d by the great joy and excitement of hearing the new songs for our weekly convocation, yet to my great horror, when I arriv’d beneath ye old Kresge castle for our meeting this past moon, the bard said she hath not prepar’d a new set of tunes” say’d resident Flippay Sir Benjworth Aubish.

Rather, reports from the realm reveal that the managing bard, Dame Kyrath Lesmirithan, had selected a ballad of songs pre prepar’d by the oracles of Spotify, of various popular tunes that one can hear any old bard playing at any old tavern throughout the land.

After Dame Lesmirithan reveal’d this reality to the gather’d Flippays, morale took a mighty blow. No new ideas for mirthful scrolls or missives were produc’d.

“It was just a shocking shirking of duty” decried Sir Aubish. “I may only have written 3 scrolls in my three years as a knight of Flippay, but to see this sort of behaviour from the managing bard hath been quite detestable.”