{"id":3661,"date":"2020-08-03T14:51:50","date_gmt":"2020-08-03T21:51:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=3661"},"modified":"2020-08-05T15:27:10","modified_gmt":"2020-08-05T22:27:10","slug":"200803","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2020\/08\/03\/200803\/","title":{"rendered":"200803"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2020\/200803.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>200803<br \/>\nThe small woman<\/p>\n<p>My tinkerer in Gloomhaven<br \/>\nWas a modest, moxie maven<br \/>\nShe gave her coins to the Great Oak<br \/>\nAnd got some blessings to invoke<br \/>\nHer hardwork did unlock the Saw<br \/>\nAnd now retires with scant hoopla<br \/>\nShe battled through a twelve game slog<br \/>\nI say goodbye to An Bhean Bheag<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"200803 The small woman My tinkerer in Gloomhaven Was a modest, moxie maven She gave her coins to the Great Oak And got some blessings to invoke Her hardwork did unlock the Saw And now retires with scant hoopla She battled through a twelve game slog I say goodbye to An Bhean Bheag\", \"US English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>200803 The small woman My tinkerer in Gloomhaven Was a modest, moxie maven She gave her coins to the Great Oak And got some blessings to invoke Her hardwork did unlock the Saw And now retires with scant hoopla She battled through a twelve game slog I say goodbye to An Bhean Bheag<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[101,31,83],"class_list":["post-3661","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-money","tag-tabletop-games","tag-weapons"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3661"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3661"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3661\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3663,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3661\/revisions\/3663"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3661"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3661"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3661"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}