On this cause I look with pity,
For such plight you have my sympathy,

Though I need not Austrian Honved,
I'll take the Strelets Arms range instead,

And if we two become many,
Perhaps anticipated sets we'll see.

That's appalling, IIMSS.

Yeah, sorry about that. I was aiming for Chaucer and hit Hallmark.

Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire and Christmas treat*.

Goodwill to all, and New Year revelry,
But no sign of what posh people call Honved cevelry.

*Gregorian

January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.
Only one thing missing, though:
Strelets Honved; still no show.

February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
What we're waiting for, of course, is
Honved troopers on their horses.

The winter sun gives no relief
and freezing winds blow colder
across the hard and frozen ground
the honveds not a shower...

There's none so clever as a honved,
in this cold weather, they stay in bed.

Although I searched the media
Even went on wikipedia -
It looked like the Honved
Were missing or dead,
Strelets R - any edia?

Listen, lads. Keep it seven-syllable trochaic, or just don't get involved. Okay?

My apologies sir, couldn't resist.

Sure you wouldn't like a bit of iamb?

March winds . . .

June brings tulips, lillies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies.
As we reach the midst of summer,
Still no Honved. What a bummer.

All I'm saying is: It's July 2012.