Launch 1405

Poem:

WITHNAIL-YET-ME-TOO-

OH-YES

My grey-blue eyes

reflected the sky.

Came the rain-clouds

for Withnail and I.

He'd his pretentions.

What an actor he.

I had my intentions.

Now read my poetry.

Now read my poetry,

yes read my poetry.

Sun shone not again

for Withnail, but for me.