The Bard and I
When I met the Bard back in the day
he was only seventeen.
I introduced him to merriment
and showed him how to dream.
At twenty one I flew him
to where the dun cows roam.
Where we sang the ancient songs
and cried the ancient groans.
The Bard was my companion
He captain, I first mate.
We spent each night together
with or without plate.
Although, forty years have go’n by.
We still sit blood shot, eye to eye.
He the man and I the rye.
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