Poems with stories; poems that rhyme.. mostly
About Me

- Miss Pancake Taylor
- I am Miss Pancake Taylor. I have come from very far away to take care of my family Craig and Zita and Niamh and Emmet. Sometimes I have helpers; my friends the Blackthorn-Badgers. They are very old Scotsmen. I am very glad to meet you.
Thursday, 14 June 2012
The Queen of All Argyll
Gentlemen, it is my duty to inform you of one beauty,
Though I'll ask of you the favor no' to seek her for a while;
For though I know she is a creature of character and feature,
And no words can paint the picture of the Queen of old Argyll.
And if you could have seen her there, boys, if you had just been there,
The swan was in her movement, and the marvel in her smile;
All the roses in the garden, they will bow and ask her pardon,
For not one can match the beauty of the Queen of old Argyll.
On the morning that I mentioned, well I passed with light intention,
Down through a part of our dear country known for beauty and for style,
Being a place of noble thinkers, of scholars and great drinkers,
But above them all for splendor shone the Queen of old Argyll.
And if you could have seen her there, boys, if you had just been there,
The swan was in her movement, and the marvel in her smile;
All the roses in the garden, they will bow and ask her pardon,
For not one can match the beauty of the Queen of old Argyll.
Now lads, well I must leave you, my intention's not to grieve you,
Nor for need would I deceive you oh, for I'll see you in awhile;
Well I must find some way to gain heart, to court her and to tame her,
For I fear my heart's in danger from the Queen of old Argyll.
And if you could have seen her there, boys, if you had just been there,
The swan was in her movement, and the marvel in her smile;
All the roses in the garden, they will bow and ask her pardon,
For not one can match the beauty of the Queen of old Argyll.
And if you could have seen her there, boys, if you had just been there,
The swan was in her movement, and the marvel in her smile;
All the roses in the garden, they will bow and ask her pardon,
For not one can match the beauty of the Queen of old Argyll.
And if you could have seen her there, boys, if you had just been there,
The swan was in her movement, and the marvel in her smile;
All the roses in the garden, they will bow and ask her pardon,
For not one can match the beauty of the Queen of old Argyll
Andy M. Stewart of Silly Wizard
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