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.”