The Things I Could Tell You About Iridine . . .

By Malik

One day I spied a rich old man
Who quickly did approach
He said, "My lad, oh did you know
A fibula's a brooch?"

And then one day I chanced to spy
Some soldiers push a man
They weren't Cinerians, I think
They're called Cinerans

One day I went to Gilven
To learn my old spearshaft
But chanced to look below his belt
"I think I feel a draft!"

I bought a feminalia
To give my own true love
But chanced a man upon the street
Who wore one with his glove

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