The ancient architectural folklore
of Roman culture can still be found.
Though most have fallen to the lowly ground
the ones remaining are numbered in score.
Epoch, through wind and rain has hewn and bore
through work that all who visit does astound.
Made of simple designs these works surround
the town. Strength and power no one ignores.
These ancient pictures of people long past
which have withstood the riggers of time now
gone by will last to tell the populace.
Through wars untold rulers they do last.
To the great masses these structures allow
the past to be seen by our decendents.
I went to market, it was closed. The ham
in charge kicked me right out. I said to him,
"There is no need to go out on a limb,
I am just waiting for my friend." KA-BAM!
the sound rung out. To all around the ram
was a suprising sight. From the far rim
of the small valley a voice spoke quite grim,
"Do not be scared the beast is tame, I am."
From edge to rim, the valley sang, "Hurray,
our problems are over, the beast is sane.
We shall live forever in harmony."
The ram is gone, but all do tend to say
that danger is in the face of the plane.
The incident, though short, made some money.