Owl's words do
Have the ring of truth,
Although ranting is allowed
do not allow the ranting
to become rampant,
As I say forsooth
and where is my Ale?

ALE! Bring me ale! I have the thirst of hell to quench!
I've spent a year in a rugged trench
warring with our enemies
to find at home a bunch
of lily-livered, unsympathetic
bastards spouting poetry
BAH! Where's my sword! I'll show thee poetry!
What's that? You want me to be a bastard too?
You say I'd fit in well? Hmmm, ah hell, why not
Where's my damn Ale?

(Train of thought, wazzat?)