Year 12 Xavierian

Oh longest time yiv dreamt, me Mausoleum Man,
Coffed in Mummy’s Charnel home stove ’round your stonewings’ span,

You Monk brod in yar cell, ‘tween bunkous sellow stone sainwalls,
All hued in Olden Woldic green, by lichen spattered greenfalls.

You Embalm-ee bequested: just unnatural light for me;
So acid lamps cast all he’s shades, and the flotsome seeds of ‘is swampless trees.

And before Lindo he writ it, they say, the writs on his laundrous floor;
Now en wake of excavation, e’ll read none of ‘at the same, nevermore.

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