-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.23 Jan 2008

An aged wipe is but a paltry thing,
A tattered rag upon a stick, unless
Buttocks sally forth and cling, and bravely cling
To every blemmish on its scrunched up mess,
Nor is there parping school but studying
Monuments of its own brownificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Brownium.

From "Sailing to Brownium" by William Butler Yeats