Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?
Film, Media & TV3 mins ago
Battle Of Agincourt,,,600Th Anniversary Today !
5 Answers
Answers
1 to 5 of 5
Best Answer
No best answer has yet been selected by mikey4444. Once a best answer has been selected, it will be shown here.
For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.
"For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day."
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day."
Fair stood the wind for France
When ABers our sails advance,
Nor now to prove our chance
Longer will tarry;
But putting to the seadogg main,
At Jourdain, the mouth of Seine,
With all his MoDal train
Landed King Ed.
And taking many a tort,
Furnish'd in ummmm-like sort,
Marcheth tow'rds Agincourt
In eccles' happy hour;
Drinking day by day
With those that stopp'd his way,
Where the troll gen'ral lay
With all his power.
Which, in his height of pride,
King Ed to deride,
His Ads to provide
Unto him e-sending;
Which he neglects the Mods' files
As from a knobby vile,
Yet with a delicous smile
Their fall portending.
And turning to his AB men,
Quoth our brave Eddy then,
'Though they to one be ten
Be not amazed:
Yet have we well begun;
Chatterbank battles so bravely won
Have ever to Ann's rising sun
By fame been raised.
'And for myself (quoth he)
This my full rest shall be:
Answerbank ne'er mourn for me
Nor more esteem me:
Victor I will remain
Or on this ethereal earth lie slain,
Never shall they sustain
Loss to redeem me.
Boaty and janbee tell,
When minty's pride did swell,
Under mikey's verbal swords the, the trolleys fell:
No less our AB skill is
Than when our AYG's great,
Claiming their lavatory seat,
By many a warlike feat
Lopp'd the trolls marigolds and lilies.'
Mrs O of Whitby so dread
The eager vaward led;
With the main Ed sped
Among their henchmen.
gness had the rear,
A braver woman not there;
O Lady J, how hot they were
On the false troll-men!
They now to fight are gone,
Armour on skirts shone,
Divebuddy now to retrocop did groan,
To hear was wonder;
That with the cries they make
The very ozzy earth did shake:
Gromit's trumpet-tora to zac's trumpet-tora spake,
AOG Thunder to andy hughes chunder.
Well it thine age became,
O noble LadyAlex,
Which didst the signal aim
To Ed's hid forces!
When from a hidden topic by, (Seasonal)
Like a asquith storm suddenly
The Welsh s-oaks' archery
Stuck the trolls' horses.
With Rowan yew so strong,
Arrows an alba-yard long
That like to mazies stung,
Piercing the wendilla weather;
None from their fellow starts,
But playing numerous parts,
And like true AB hearts
Stuck close together.
When down their tanner bows they threw,
And forth their bibbles drew,
And on the trolls they flew,
Not even abpixie was tardy;
Insults were from mouths sent,
Gnashing the teeth were rent,
Down the immigrant went--
Our ABers were hardy.
This while our noble Ed,
His mouse-sword brandishing,
Down the host-site did ding
As to o'erwhelm it;
And many a deep hc opinion lent,
His arms with aching besprent,
And many a cruel dent
Bruised his editorial helmet.
peaspeculiar, that gal so good,
Next of the royal blood,
For famous AB England stood
With her brave brother;
New Judge, in legal steel so bright,
Though but a maiden tinkerbell knight,
Yet in that furious fight
Scarce such another.
Scorpio in crosswords did inward wade,
danny the foe invade,
And cruel slaughter made
Still the solutions as they ran up;
Marval her jokes did ply,
Ratter and shaglene so silly
Bare them right doughtily,
Cupid ever so retrochic.
Upon Saint Crispin's Day
Fought was this noble fray,
Which AB fame did not delay
To the Internet to carry.
O when shall AB gals and men
With such acts fill a pen?
Or AB breed again
Such a noble, virtuous King Eddy?
When ABers our sails advance,
Nor now to prove our chance
Longer will tarry;
But putting to the seadogg main,
At Jourdain, the mouth of Seine,
With all his MoDal train
Landed King Ed.
And taking many a tort,
Furnish'd in ummmm-like sort,
Marcheth tow'rds Agincourt
In eccles' happy hour;
Drinking day by day
With those that stopp'd his way,
Where the troll gen'ral lay
With all his power.
Which, in his height of pride,
King Ed to deride,
His Ads to provide
Unto him e-sending;
Which he neglects the Mods' files
As from a knobby vile,
Yet with a delicous smile
Their fall portending.
And turning to his AB men,
Quoth our brave Eddy then,
'Though they to one be ten
Be not amazed:
Yet have we well begun;
Chatterbank battles so bravely won
Have ever to Ann's rising sun
By fame been raised.
'And for myself (quoth he)
This my full rest shall be:
Answerbank ne'er mourn for me
Nor more esteem me:
Victor I will remain
Or on this ethereal earth lie slain,
Never shall they sustain
Loss to redeem me.
Boaty and janbee tell,
When minty's pride did swell,
Under mikey's verbal swords the, the trolleys fell:
No less our AB skill is
Than when our AYG's great,
Claiming their lavatory seat,
By many a warlike feat
Lopp'd the trolls marigolds and lilies.'
Mrs O of Whitby so dread
The eager vaward led;
With the main Ed sped
Among their henchmen.
gness had the rear,
A braver woman not there;
O Lady J, how hot they were
On the false troll-men!
They now to fight are gone,
Armour on skirts shone,
Divebuddy now to retrocop did groan,
To hear was wonder;
That with the cries they make
The very ozzy earth did shake:
Gromit's trumpet-tora to zac's trumpet-tora spake,
AOG Thunder to andy hughes chunder.
Well it thine age became,
O noble LadyAlex,
Which didst the signal aim
To Ed's hid forces!
When from a hidden topic by, (Seasonal)
Like a asquith storm suddenly
The Welsh s-oaks' archery
Stuck the trolls' horses.
With Rowan yew so strong,
Arrows an alba-yard long
That like to mazies stung,
Piercing the wendilla weather;
None from their fellow starts,
But playing numerous parts,
And like true AB hearts
Stuck close together.
When down their tanner bows they threw,
And forth their bibbles drew,
And on the trolls they flew,
Not even abpixie was tardy;
Insults were from mouths sent,
Gnashing the teeth were rent,
Down the immigrant went--
Our ABers were hardy.
This while our noble Ed,
His mouse-sword brandishing,
Down the host-site did ding
As to o'erwhelm it;
And many a deep hc opinion lent,
His arms with aching besprent,
And many a cruel dent
Bruised his editorial helmet.
peaspeculiar, that gal so good,
Next of the royal blood,
For famous AB England stood
With her brave brother;
New Judge, in legal steel so bright,
Though but a maiden tinkerbell knight,
Yet in that furious fight
Scarce such another.
Scorpio in crosswords did inward wade,
danny the foe invade,
And cruel slaughter made
Still the solutions as they ran up;
Marval her jokes did ply,
Ratter and shaglene so silly
Bare them right doughtily,
Cupid ever so retrochic.
Upon Saint Crispin's Day
Fought was this noble fray,
Which AB fame did not delay
To the Internet to carry.
O when shall AB gals and men
With such acts fill a pen?
Or AB breed again
Such a noble, virtuous King Eddy?
1 to 5 of 5
Latest Posts
Quizzes & Puzzles4 mins ago
Crosswords5 mins ago
Jokes9 mins ago
Film, Media & TV10 mins ago
Related Questions
Sorry, we can't find any related questions. Try using the search bar at the top of the page to search for some keywords, or choose a topic and submit your own question.