by Jim Hanafan
And so to sleep
Perchance to dream
Gold fields of corn
Fish full stream
Cloud wreathed hill
Fog full dale
Tavern serving
Potent ale
The Landlord smiles
His toothless grin
His Wife sits quiet
Full of gin
Smoky room
Glasses rattle
House is full
'Tis quite a battle
Ale is served
By buxom wenches
We all sit round
On wooden benches
When time is called
We'll stagger home
Fall asleep
All alone
But when we wake
It's just not fair
We're still here
And you're still there
From:
Jim H
Copyright ©:
Jim Hanafan
Last updated May 14, 2017