Forsooth?
My footh!
This horse is deade,
Whyle ye lyke it or neade;
Ye lorde of Alabame,
Take all scolars to shame?

Why so koy and full of skorne?
We all be nobly borne,
And trouthe is all to-torne (well ,just kidding)
Wysdom is laught to skorne.


Last edited by BranShea; 11/29/2007 8:58 AM.