The Truth Beyond Ginger
Whipping in ocean tides and winds of the Sicak peninsula
Scudding before the gale, sails taut as harp-dtrings
Lost, meek, mellow, motion scims across wind eaten gray
As speeling goeth crazzy, wipt upp by the storm
With cries that fright the maiden and the tar
Torn in manful speldnour from the raft
Unherd by Gud, unchequed by Nature
Save in sylvan hurried wise
Foreskin my own kin, he cries
| Contributors: | tremious, Beefy, donny, Ginger, P, Apsley, Vid. |
| Poem finished: | 2nd February 2001. |