Lyrd of the Ryngs - Dyscussion Thread

[EarthBound]

Nay, I lay a few lines upon our subtle work
When hence GW gives light in the murk

His words are like brass, hard and cruel
while mine are like wine, old and stewed

His long and dramatic, they take us afar
My words only falter, like sad pickles from a jar

If only I could jest, but keep it less rancid
Then I could give up my job and take up Disco danc’n