Ah, look seeAlone, just meWhich is what you chose to bePain? Anguish?Light will extinguishMoan? Alone? Be gone!
A fire of joyous relief does gleamin my eyes, the left and the right,that this was but a ghastful dream,and that McScottagall, the bright,did survive not only this fightbut also the complete night.[McSeanagall]
Wheesht! What?Seanso, Scott?Words each write(s)Pain at night(s)?Anguish, right?All that woe the Don does smite!Swish, swosh,My work is done,A peaceful night now till morning sun
Dear Don QuiScottie de L'EcosseAlways faster than Stirling MossThe Raymond Poulidor of Formula OneAlways second, never won.Less anguish it wasBut pain in the backthat kept me awake (read: awack)But now it's all overAnd crimson and cloverSleep well, noble Don (read: Done)til returneth the sunThat wishes to allMcSeanagall
That is a wonderful photo by the way, may I say?
Who am I to argue with you. ;-)A bit more serious: Thank you.