One might think that Will's lost the plot Milk freezes yet crabs sizzle hot As Love's Labour ends Drear 'Winter' attends And greasy Joan still keels the pot
On the moor a green lantern glows, Midst heather's scent the cold sea breeze blows, Waves were a crashin’ The clans be a clashin’ The mist lift and gray daylight grows...
More religion (Luke's version, rearranged, for assisted brevity!). Fourth line scansion is a little forced, but does fit: Our father, we hallow your name Your Kingdom will come, we proclaim, Our daily bread feed us To temptation don't lead us Forgive sins, as we forgive same.
Her eyes are not much like the sun Her breasts are not white but mere dun Flutes make finer sound Her feet tread on the ground But the truth is, for me she's the one.
The Nostromo has answered a cry Of distress, but it turns out a lie A horrible monster Wreaks havoc upon her But Ripley wins with her last try. There's an alien monster on board! It's just one of a hideous horde! It's picking us off So hide and don't cough! Someone does, and the rest all get gored. The xenomorph's with us again! At a prison camp full of tough men! Ripley kills it, then leaves But an egg gives her heaves And the xenomorph's with us again! It's been resurrected again! And again and again and again! They break out and fight Ripley deals with her plight As they kill all her team yet again.