Book/Y=27

Y=27 is a poem written by an anonymous miner going by "T✌", left in the Y=27 saferoom of the Ardeley Mines. It runs through the names of the mining group, describing them in prose, leaving out the name of the author.

There is only one copy, and it currently resides in Azalea's Library.

Text
Y 27

feels like heaven

when everybody's here

From wherever you come,

and wherever you'll go,

good company's always near

---

Our first, Addi,

though younger than me,

still thinks themself more clever

With faelike pace,

(and lousy swing),

when will they take rest? Never!

---

And Ardeley,

our old and grey,

our home away from home,

though they might cough

(and sometimes sloth),

they're worthy of this poem

---

That dick Quickstep,

though foolish, preps

with enviable care

As much as i loathe

to stroke their ego,

you can always count on them there

---

And Arden, sweet,

you'll surely meet

with nose buried deep in a book

For they never stop writing,

their footsteps alighting

on every small cranny and nook

---

And of course there is me, your poet-to-be,

regretting the start of this project

For it's nervewracking, how,

(as i look back at it now),

it's basic in style and affect.

Whatever.

Watch Out, Be Safe.

-T✌

THIS WAS GOOD!!! -addi

Sorry, buddy, I'm married. -QS

I'm sweet~ -AM ♡

Eat my shorts -T