Button the shirt
Tie your tie
These are the things
That satisfy
To get the girl
To make her sigh
Grab your things
That in closets lie
You'll laugh, you'll dance
'Till you feel high
But in the end
You know she'll cry
As you slip away
But you had to try
Another pretty face
And a lullaby
I was walking through a field
And by chance I saw a lady
Bug, going the other way
She had the most beautiful red
And all her spots were in just
The right place
She was beautiful, of course
But I wanted more, I needed more
So I looked her in the eye
And I asked her for her name
But she just looked the other
Way, not even a glance for me
Who was this bug, really?
Innocence stepped before me
I squashed it to see
What was inside
I found nothing.
I was walking through a field
And by chance I saw a lady
Bug, going the other way
She had the most beautiful red
And all her spots were in just
The right place
She was beautiful, of course
But I wanted more, I needed more
So I looked her in the eye
And I asked her for her name
But she just looked the other
Way, not even a glance for me
Who was this bug, really?
Innocence stepped before me
I squashed it to see
What was inside
I found nothing.
Button the shirt
Tie your tie
These are the things
That satisfy
To get the girl
To make her sigh
Grab your things
That in closets lie
You'll laugh, you'll dance
'Till you feel high
But in the end
You know she'll cry
As you slip away
But you had to try
Another pretty face
And a lullaby
The Battle of the Teutoburg Forest by Theophilia, literature
Literature
The Battle of the Teutoburg Forest
Upon the firs of Teutoburg
the fog enfurls the songbird’s dirge,
the small beaks thrill with whist’ling note
through dew-soaked trees and autumn’s throat.
The moaning wind sighs with the leaves,
and funeral pipes flute on the breeze,
and round the hill there comes a groan,
while all about Kalkriese moans,
wailing through remotest regions:
“Varus give me back my legions!”
Immensum bellum rolls like thunder,
yon the Rhineland, shorn asunder
by the red-robed Roman armies
and the brutal raiding parties
and the jeering gibbet-crosses
tell the world the German losses.
Black vengeance se