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I used to live in Hemel so seeing this was pretty funny. Doing it for a week seems completely pointless even as a publicity stunt though :/

I am unlikely to write much if any more poetry for a while. Anyway, here's an old english roses are red-type poem I wrote (I was a bit loose with the metre for it to properly be OE-alliterative-verse but that's really hard).

rōsan ond appellēaf, rēade ond hæwen bēoþ
gelīce wīcingum blōd, on bryme gespiled
sigle ic feohtan, mid mē scule þū cuman


Approximate translation:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue
Vikings' blood
Spilt on the sea too
I'm sailing to fight
with me you should come

(there wasn't a good way to make that last line fit the rhyme in modern english, oh well)