No Tv And No Beer

The Other Day, I Was So Desperate For A Beer, I Snuck Into The Football Stadium And Ate The Dirt Under The Bleachers.

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard To Tell Again.

On These Sands And In The Clefts Of The Rocks, In The Depths Of The Sea, In The Creaking Of The Pines, You'll Spy Secret Footprints And Catch Far-off Voices From The Homecoming Celebration. This Land Still Longs For Odysseus.

And Empty Words Are Evil.