Sitting in Michael's Lap
We're slaves to rhyme, alas, 'tis true:
But at least we don't have to think in it, too!
I know all about this one, Andrew ... I'm too much of a coward to write free verse ... afraid my words cannot stand on their own without that song behind them ...
A good read. I like it muchly.
"Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morierus"
(Now as I hear this bell tolling softly for another, it says to me, "Thou must die.")