for those who appreciate grammar:

Amo, amas, I love a lass,
As a cedar tall and slender;
Sweet cowslips grace her nominative case,
And she’s of the feminine gender.

I met a solid rowing friend and asked about the Race.
“How fared it with the wind,” I said, “When the stroke increased the pace?”
“You swung it forward mightily, you heaved it greatly back.
“Your muscles rose in knotted lumps, I almost heard the crack.
“And while we roared and rattled too, your eyes were fixed like glue.
“What thought went flying through your mind, how fared it, Five, with you?”
But Five made answer solemnly, “I heard them fire a gun,
“No other mortal thing I heard, until the Race was done.”

R.C. Lehman

ECACs today. And I’m in five seat…