Fortissimo Epilogue
Whenne that Julye, with its weather bloodie
Drowneth the woreld and maketh it muddie
And bringeth soul of manne to lie with grubbes
And leaves as orphanes alle his cubbes
Cry "Sodde it!" and make haste towards the pubbes
Contributors: | TG, P. |
Poem finished: | 23rd August 2002. |