Prairie
Written by: Benedicto Silverain
Date: Friday, March 3rd, 2017
Addressed to: Everyone
Prairie, Prairie, quite contrary.
Why does your garden grow?
There are no bells, or cockle shells.
No pretty maids all in a row.
That is all.
Good day.
Benedicto Silverain
Penned by my hand on Closday, the 20th of Lleian, in the year 464 MA.