In time of the Breaking of Nations ...
Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as they stalk.
A beer that is thin and like water
For thee,
But trail will go on
Ere your gonads will freeze.
Yonder a mark and its widdershins three
Go whispering by:
War’s annals will cloud into night
Ere this trail shall die.
Monday, Monday, Monday! Tell me why, you don't like Mondays!? Tell me why, you don't like Mondayhays?
Where was I? Oh yes, Monday: Come out for trail! If you don't show up, the disconsolate annals will ne'er render your name! I'm just sayin'.
When: Moonlite time. 7PM show; 7:25 go. Shortly followed by traditional snaring of the hare.
Where: The Marlay Emporium of Ill Repute and Querulous Omen, Parnassian foothills of Avondalium. OK, Decatorus.
Whyfore: We go by the Druid stone, That broods in the garden white and lone.
What to wear: Start with the socks and dress up from there.