A fire of joyous relief does gleam in my eyes, the left and the right, that this was but a ghastful dream, and that McScottagall, the bright, did survive not only this fight but 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'Ecosse Always faster than Stirling Moss The Raymond Poulidor of Formula One Always second, never won. Less anguish it was But pain in the back that kept me awake (read: awack) But now it's all over And crimson and clover Sleep well, noble Don (read: Done) til returneth the sun
Ah, look see
ReplyDeleteAlone, just me
Which is what you chose to be
Pain? Anguish?
Light will extinguish
Moan? Alone? Be gone!
A fire of joyous relief does gleam
Deletein my eyes, the left and the right,
that this was but a ghastful dream,
and that McScottagall, the bright,
did survive not only this fight
but also the complete night.
[McSeanagall]
Wheesht! What?
DeleteSeanso, 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'Ecosse
DeleteAlways faster than Stirling Moss
The Raymond Poulidor of Formula One
Always second, never won.
Less anguish it was
But pain in the back
that kept me awake (read: awack)
But now it's all over
And crimson and clover
Sleep well, noble Don (read: Done)
til returneth the sun
That wishes to all
McSeanagall
That is a wonderful photo by the way, may I say?
ReplyDeleteWho am I to argue with you. ;-)
DeleteA bit more serious: Thank you.