Wherein we solve the mystery of Lorick #16:
I’m a day born of sunshine and bloom,
Of fertility following gloom.
But somehow my story
Got tangled in glory,
Of a revenant ris’n from a tomb.
And unveil Lorick #17
I'm a satire once biting and wise
now by yahoos reduced, bowdlerized
to a tale of a giant,
and wee folk defiant,
my allegorical eggs- pasteurized