Odes

[mr wotsin]

Following the Bards of the lakes what about some odd odes.
Such as
While lying tanning on the beach at St Nick's
The goats came to scrounge our tit bits
When we tried to shoo them away
They stood defiant and said here I live and I stay
Now every one goes walking with sticks
[scanning could be better]

[Kojak]

When contemplating how to rhyme
Never try to put too many words in the very last line

(After McGonagall)

[mr wotsin]

Thought we would have had all you "would be Bards" putting pen to paper.