Olde Englund
Farewell to bloody olde EnglundFor we know That London fell
And all your kingdom undone
Oh yes that's all good and well
Goodnight ye merry gentlefolk
Thee world is flooded on your isles
Too late to take the stolen stock
No time to repent wicked wiles
So hail the grail is frail and fraught
Forsaken for the greed has caught
The western shores are moribund
Farewell to bloody olde Englund
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2026-01-06 at 20:30
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