THE PRONOUNCEMENT OF ITHIUS CREN
© MCMXCIV Timothy Patrick Butler
"O, for the sake of hungir do the Marshmellies grau;
Am ladin unto the East with branchis, branchis
And a full-out helpin' o' the cephalic flame!
Lo! Unto the West a three-legg-ed spiggit
Dancis, dancis to obiy Ithius Cren.
And well He is pleas-ed. Avast!
Thrice roastid, thrice toastid the marshmellies melt,
But where there were thirteen there are now
A score save sevin- a bakir's dozin!
For Ithius Cren is a tree that fails not.
Nevir is He barrin, nor is thire want!
Appeise me, appeise me, parteke of mi fruit
And the pact shall be seal-ed, nevir shall it be
Brokin, nor rint asundir! Thindir and Lightnin'!
Let no man scoff! He who believes not is a dolt!"
Thus spake Ithius Cren.
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