When night falls, and dark be eerie
and our hearts be merry, even weary
In gin and taquila, perhaps too in sherry
When it dawns, and birds chirp barely
our mouths be burbly, munchy, even so bubbly
In crips and soda, likes of ever, not once duly
When springs are silent, in agony of morrow
birds in sorrow, in dread of now, even so sparrows
and dusk dawns, days gone, souls in burrow
Perhaps I'll say, but mines heart in billows
In woe of what's due, perhaps even yellow
So its my soul then, oh wait, its in burrrows
©lewteb
L