Megalithic Poems

:-)

The pigpen at Avebury were a goodun
it came to an end of a sudden;
The chief priest he did say,
tis better this way,
it's kebabs from now made o' mutton.

I'm going to stop now - I can hear the groans from here :-)

Stone fingers point back
To a past that is present
Gnarled twisters of time