aka I Bask in the Sunlight of my Baron’s Behind
Colyne Stewart, May AS 38 (2003)
At the crack of dawn
my Baron bends.
A shaft of light
there then descends.
A morning moon,
a gentle wind;
My Baron bent
in beardy grin.
No barony is as bless'd as mine,
From whom's Baron's arse the sun does shine.
(The author places partial blame for this on the Lady Thorfinna gra'feldr and Countess Marion FitzWilliam for coming up with certain analogies whilst within earshot.)