The cur foretells the knell of parting day;2008 Update: A rhyming lamentation, as if complaints ever don't rhyme.
The loafing herd winds slowly o'er the lea;
The wise man homeward plods; I only stay
To fiddle-faddle in a minor key.
Elegies ring from hill to grotto,So many suffer who really ought to;So many struggle in fact and lore;With the thought we've heard these songs before.-G. Jonas Tinkleworth