Recently unearthed, a scroll reading...
Thus speaketh ye olde weather oracle:
Storms cometh, go not in thy coracle.
In vain thou may wrestle,
Controlling that vessel,
And should thou survive, 'tis a moracle... er, miracle.
It's signed:
- Oggius Minimus, mad monk of Middle Wallop.
Which proves Oggs couldn't write limericks even in ancient times.
Appended is the following:
If you want predictions so logical,
Concerning things meteorological,
Consult Ogg, the Wiz,
Who sure knows his biz,
Dissecting things entomological.
Thursday, May 23, 2002