An Ode to Gorin

[blitztothemoon]

In olden times, a limrick'er
Fought bravely like a sturdy soldier
But on the field he met his end
Leaving comrades to mourn their friend

Though he's gone, his legend thrives
His deeds inspire us to survive
Most lads would consider his rhymes art
An he never missed the chance to leak a fart!

He might once try to drink you dry
His spirit will continue to soar and fly
Til that day he met his end
Drink up to Gorin, drink all me friends!