A toast

Now Lois likes his native wine, And Otto likes his beer; The Pommy goes for half and half Because it gives him cheer, While Angus likes his whisky neat, And Paddy likes his tot — The Aussie has no drink… Read More ›

For the Fallen

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal… Read More ›