A respectful offering for JW’s epic.
And then did bold Magellan cry,
‘Marvin let’s straitways Westward hie.
The sinking sun we’ll there espy,
With sights to sadden any eye.
To Weegieland we’ll wend our way,
Where Hell on Earth is on display.
A blighted spot in full decay,
Thence Hope has fled. Despair holds sway.
The streets with thronging Weegies burst,
In anti-Embra vitriol versed.
And yet their hearts still fear the worst,
They know they’re cursed.
They’ll try to claim they’ve got the patter,
But all they have is idle chatter,
Their boasts fall flat, their jokes fall flatter,
In truth, they really don’t much matter.
Then, drenched in gloom, you’ll gladly flee,
To Embran Heaven speed with glee.
Castle and Town will welcome thee,
Providing you’ll have had your tea.’
Boadicea's Chariot 