Cyrene is what I love the most,
Superbly spread on buttered toast,
Her doughy Wardens on baguettes,
Come garnished by Imperiates,
And candied bards will dance ballet,
In screaming chorus en flambe',
When Western thirst brings men to raid,
What city serves us lemonade?
But Cyrene, may She persevere!
(And host again this coming year!)


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Glacian, in the year 574 AF.