Pampered
Pitius left his home
Forsaking
his delight for decadent Rome
He left to
roam with his legion
To conquer
new lands and their regions
They were
met with resistance
But it was
no contest
For his soldiers
were proficient
Simply the
best
They fought
with fire
They fought
with zest
Pitius was
pitiless in his quest
And mile
after mile he continued to smile
Until they
sailed the channel to the Angel Isle
There his
smile did wane
Because all
it did was bloody rain
But they
fought like Romans and didn’t give a jot
That was
until they met the Scot
They stared
in amazement at the blue painted faces
And in fright
they all took a few backward paces
“Let us by or be prepared to die,” cried
Pitius.
“Take yer Roman scum an’ away ye go hame,”
responded the leader of the Scots. “If yer gonnae mess wi’ us, ye’ll have
yerselves tae blame.”
So began the
Roman fall
And they
called for Hadrian to come and build a wall
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