Saint Chrispian's Day Sonnet

W: O that we had but one ten thousand more.
K: For what need have we for that kind of man?
W: We are outnumbered, almost ten to four!
K: No matter, they are not of our brave clan.
W:  Some say it be sin to covet honour
K: Better honour than avarice and gold
W: Despite this, it doth make my gut feel sour
K: Die for glory now, or wait till yo’re old
W: Right, now.  Let us write a tale for the ages.
K: Our men shall bear these honourable scars
W: It is with blood that we will ink the pages
K:The myth shall be told in lyrics of bards
K: A tale of we few, we happy few, away
K: Fighting for glory on Saint Crispin’s Day!

W= Westmoreland
K= King

A colabrotive work of Joshua Ng and Kristofer Green.