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[keats]

The icy breath of the Winter Beast
Rose from it’s lungs and towards the East
From lips of blue, the winds unleashed
Tore forth then circled South

The winter blasts made of evil Imps
And the Devil’s children, hungry Nymphs
With the cloaks of hate and the masks of Gimps
Chilled venom in their mouth

And that evil brew born at the Pole
Continues on with it’s wayward roll
Through our City’s hearts and our Country’s soul
From Geeveston through to Louth

Until the Sun Gods rise once more
To attack these creatures, nature’s whore
And drive them back to the ice once more
To wither, shroud and strouth!

©Neil McArthur

[Terry]

Good one Neil,

Brrr; sounds like good country to steer clear of mate.

Cheers

Terry

[Heather]

Yep, well done Neil.

Heather

[warooa]

All them nymphs, gimps and whores should be enough to keep you warm.

[Ron]

Good one Neil

Ron

[Maureen K Clifford]

That's meeting the challeng head on Neil - well done. I feel a trifle chilly now after reading that