Time to be Parmed
Yes, it is fun to leave a verse:
for some have come and done much worse!
But I am Parm and hate such things,
I'm a Bard who plays and sings!
So find a tune within this rhyme
for you come upon my Parming time.
May those who come within these halls,
find fresh banners on your walls.
See the hearths all scrubbed and clean,
reeds on floors, all fresh and green.
Smell good food in ovens hot:
Leave no feast? No, I think not!
Barrels placed of mead and beer,
for Bards who chance to wander here.
But most of all, this poem placed,
that you have all been Parmly graced!