[Bards] Never try to out-angst a Welshman:

[Catrin ferch Maelgwn]

*uncontrollable gigglefits*

*cough, attempt to arrange features in appropriate mask of melancholy*

Woe indeed.  And why does no one seem to believe me when I tell them that W,
like Y, is a perfectly good vowel?  Why, between the two we scarcely really
need the others...

-Catrin


> *peterschorn at pdq.net* wrote:
>
>  My soul is black
> Black with despair
> Black as the formerly-green woods of Cynan Vale
> For the clangor of commerce
> And the soot of ill-will
> And the clear-cutting and subsequent erosion of unreturned (why will no
> one return them?) e-mails
> Have driven from my soul the green leaves of hope
> Driven from it the chirruping songbirds of joy
> Driven from it the furry little woodland creatures with big brown eyes, of
> compassion.
> The world has gone strange to me.
> Lo, it understandeth me not
> Understandeth not the sensiteve poet
> Understandeth not the cultured Welshman
> For it thinketh an Eisteddfod is an agricultural implement
> It holdeth that Llwyarch Hen is something like a Rhode Island Red.
> The world is strange
> People are strange
> When you're a stranger
> Faces look ugly
> When you're alone.
> Yes, that's Welsh.
> Or at least it should be
> If the world were as it should be
> Or as it should have been
> But never was.
> But it is not, wasn't, and never will be.
> Wherefore I sing:
> Woe, me.
> Woe, you.
> Woe, they.
> Woe, hossie.
>
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