Friday, October 21, 2005

Trafalgar, October 21st, 1805.

Happy Trafalgar day,
one and all.
He wore his medals,
got shot,
kissed Hardy
and was put in a barrel of rum.
He has a staue in london.

1 comment:

weasel said...

"Most probably I shall never see dear, dear Burnham again, but I have satisfaction in thinking that my bones will probably be laid with my father's in the village that gave me birth. The thought of former days brings all my mother into my heart, which shows itself in my eyes."