Alas

[marnanel]

Alas! I complain
that Yorick is slain
and now he is lain
beneath the terrain
without any brain,
and never again
shall run down the lane
while risking a sprain
from bearing this Dane
on his back like a train.

Comments

[simont]

Just how you sustain this rhyming refrain without undue strain or becoming profane I can't quite ascertain. But it does entertain, so I shouldn't complain; to show any disdain would be quite inhumane and without any gain.