WilliamNein.com: Friday, 20th June 2014
Memory tanks filled up ban...:
We made up the final of his stanzas together. My version, if I remember correctly, goes along the lines of (and if I don't remember correctly then I make up as I go along)-
A war's on, a war zone,
In awe of wars.
Wars with oars.
In awe of oars
and our wars.
Walls with oars.
Orson Wells.
Our son's well.
In awe of Orson
and oars and wells.
We are swell.
Our swell wars.
Alls well that ends
well? All wars end.
We send oars
in awe. Swell.
War's on, well off.
Swell poem.
in awe. Click publish
and send.
