Crest Fallin'
by G.G. Falderal
 
A battle has been brewin'
Between my crown and brow
This hasn't caused me much concern
At least, that is, 'til now.
 
You see, it seems, while allergies
Had pulled me into fray
Brow had taken tuft of turf
And put it on display
 
Headquarters bid a last adieu
To the few who stood
Telling them to fall out and
Take cover where they could
 
So some remained to hold their claim
While others had retreated
But most who stayed and held their ground
So quickly were defeated
 
But as they fell they placed a spell
On the soil once called home:
Make barren these forbidden lands
And build a gleaming dome.