[Brian Allgar]

Well, I can't say it was much fun - definitely more a drill than an amusement.

And I can't imagine that it's much fun for others to read. Still, I'd had a few drinks when I did it, and ivresse oblige.

Of Man’s first “No I won’t!”, and of the Fruit
Of that “Keep off me” tree, the taste of which
Brought Death to plague the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one Man more great
Should mend us, and take back the Seat of bliss,
Sing, Muse of God, that on the well-hid top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst spur on
That Sheep-herd, who first taught the Seed of choice,
At the start of things, how the Sky and Earth
Rose out of naught. Or if Sion Hill
Shoud please thee more, and Siloa’s Brook that flow’d
Fast by the Mouth that speaks for God, I thence
Call forth from thee thy aid for my bold Song,
That with no low or base flight means to soar
O’er the Aonian Mount, while it doth seek
Things no one yet has tried in Prose or Rhyme.

Of Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit
Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal tast
Brought Death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat,
Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed,
In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth
Rose out of Chaos: Or if Sion Hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's Brook that flow'd
Fast by the Oracle of God; I thence
Invoke thy aid to my adventrous Song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above th' Aonian Mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime.