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From: MegaMole
Subject: [I] Woad
Date: Fri, 9 Apr 1999 21:28:26 +0100

Something just came up in rme. I'm sure Gid knows it, and Leo Baaaa may well do also. I'm not going to take the credit (or blame), but it did seem worth sharing.

To "Men of Harlech"

What's the use of wearing braces,
Hats and spats and shoes with laces,
Vests and pants you buy in places
Down on Brompton Road?
What's the use of wearing cotton,
Studs that always get forgotten?
These affairs are simply rotten --
Better far is woad!
Woad's the stuff to show, men!
Woad to scare the foemen!
Boil it to a brilliant blue
And rub it on your legs and your abdomen!
Ancient Britons never hit on
Anything as good as woad to fit on
Neck, or knees, or where you sit on.
Bottoms up to woad!
Romans came across the channel
All dessed up in tin and flannel.
Half a pint of woad per man'll
clothe us more than these.
Saxons, you may save your stitches
Building beds for bugs in britches.
We have woad to clothe us, which is
Not a nest for fleas.
Romans, keep your armor!
Saxons, your pajamas!
Hairy coats were made for goats,
Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas!
March on Snowdon with your woad on,
Never mind if you get rained or snowed on.
Never need a button sewed on --
Tailors, you be blowed.

<muffled screaming as this mole is buried by a horde of angry Welshmen>

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