Henry's Ankles--submission

[francis@tigana.microserve.com (John [Francis] Stracke)]

To the tune of Greensleeves, in case you couldn't guess...

His legs were trim and wondrous strong,
Supporting his whole body;
His ankles fair did please me,
Connecting to his green feet.

Green Feet, O Henry Best!
At the sight, I am speechless.
Green Feet, and ankles sweet,
And all the ladies swooning.

Not even green feet could distract;
His ankles drew my eyes back:
Well-formed and full strong they were,
Above his glorious green feet.

Green Feet, O Henry Best!
At the sight, I am speechless.
Green Feet, and ankles sweet,
And all the ladies swooning.

Now the mem'ry haunts my dreams,
And the ankles truly gleam
With a pure light, throughout the night,
And shine on Henry's green feet.

Green Feet, O Henry Best!
At the sight, I am speechless.
Green Feet, and ankles sweet,
And all the ladies swooning.


(Disclaimer: this song has absolutely no basis in reality.  I make no
apology for it; I suspect that it's perfectly period for a song of praise
to be uncontaminated by facts.  :-)

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