The Nephews of Leonard
I'd heard of Silas Marner
When I was but a lad
He ruined our gymkhana
And made the færies sad
So when at last I slew him
With a sword of sharp steel
The folk who claimed they knew him
Knew not then what to feel
And so, each winter twilight
As the steel grew more grim,
We spotted, through the skylight,
The randy Brothers Timm:
And when at last they slew me
And sliced me to the bone,
The attic seemed less roomy
But I was all alone
Contributors: | olaf, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 26th February 2007 by olaf. |