User:Redwolf24/Poetry

A Pindaric Ode on the Late Unpleasantness

Red wolves in many forms attend

In ranks you stand, in packs you wend,

And all admire this Sir One Score

The fear'd Red Wolf, O, twenty-four.

You take choice lambs, the farmer's woe,

But he came here and got their goats!

By seeming and speaking a bit wheely

He set the dull wits to squealing.

"No Arb," they cried, "let's get a noose!

And trap and skin this lupi rus!"

Geogre 12:40, 8 October 2005 (UTC)

Redwolf24

The Great administrator

Is thankfully back.

Mysekurity 21:56, 8 October 2005 (UTC)