(May 1992 -- Recently, there was a competition between two gentles from different Baronies of our fine Kingdom who decided to have a contest to see who could write the best poem about their respective Baronies. The following is aresult from that competition.)

I'm sorry. I tried and tried, sonnet, ballade, haiku even, but I can't be serious about the Barony. I also can't laud it in the style that national anthems get. And it was too close to St. Patrick's Day!

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In the Barony of Westermark,
The women are friendly, beer dark
It stays in your blood
(once you drink BUD)
Even if you leave on a lark

Westermark is a state of mind,
you cannot ever leave it behind
You can always see
This way to be
Even when you are stinkin' drunk blind

From An Tir to Atlantia I roam,
and only call Westermark home
The people have charm,
and with open arm,
Hand you a mug of good brew and foam.