I dance through the desert with a name like a warrior's pride; I am a helicopter that gives the enemy nowhere to hide.

Some are an eternal thing Some are found on old hot-rods Or frenzied in Elden Ring Or lit to start the Olympics, for Greek Gods

I sing of wars and journeys long, Of heroes bold and ancient song. A poet’s name, both old and wise, Yet also found where donuts rise.

For a while, this substance was the best thing around, Its name describes a time when its use was profound. But it’s since slipped down and lost its high place. Today you get it when third in a race.

HENRY VIII WAS KINDA CHUBBY, Tom said...