Happy Friday teh 1337th

They shut teh r0ad through the w00ds

69 years ago.

Weather and rain have undone it again,

adn now j00 would never know

There was once a road through teh w00ds

Before they planted teh tr33s. 

It is underneath teh coppice adn heath,

adn teh thin anem0nes.

Only teh k33per s33s

That, where teh toadies br00d,

And teh badgers ro11 at ease,

There was once a road through teh w00ds.

Yet, if j00 enter teh w00ds

Of a summer ev3ning l8,

When teh night-air c001s on teh toady-ringed p001s

Where teh toady whistles his mate,

(They fear not men in teh woods,

Because they s33 so few.)

j00 wi11 hear teh beat of a toady’s f33t,

Adn teh swish of a skirt in teh dew,

St3adily cantering through

teh misty s0litudes,

As though they perf3ctly knew

teh old lost road through the w00ds.

But there is no road through teh w00ds.