Hmm, trying to interpet the rubric 'all-purpose'.
The months advancing, it is time
To mark with pomp and solemn rhyme
A certain quite momentous date
Records the Calendar of State.
Soon, gathered in an ancient church,
The great no scandal may besmirch
Who right our wrongs, or guard our limbs,
Will hear wise words and stirring hymns,
Outside once more, they will process
In every type of formal dress
Between the crowds who line the way
Such leading figures take today.
In sun, or wind, or fog, or rain,
Our national pride will shine again,
Until, this grand occasion done,
We celebrate another one.
Last edited by Jerome Betts; 11-04-2011 at 06:52 AM.
Reason: One word tweak
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