For the A #1

An Ode to General Leonard Ford Godred...

Oh How the Gods Wept That Day,
The Day they took our dearest Leonard away.
The rock of it all,
The oasis in the falls,
Oh, how the days grew dark.

Into the ether went his beautiful black heart
His strength of voice, body, and soul.
The man whom the Caesars could not kill
Godred: True wolven warrior of old.

Old Principal Leo was never as gruff as he looked
His black fur kept and suits sharp as his blade.
But when he stood in the face of iron giants
Nary a fighter behind him warred in dismay.

Grand L.F. could cleave a mountain in twain
His Fleetline built to kill.
Should ever an enemy pass him in the night
A stomp of the boot and into the grill!

To dearest Leonard,
To the guiding hand of our fates,
May you ride on into the hereafter
And upon the gates that greet you
May your fortune smile upon us all

Your strength
Your courage
And your good humor

As the man himself was wont to say:

“Hell’s a fine dish for you to taste and for your enemies to grow fat on. So please, don’t be stingy about filling their plates.”