Awake for Sweetie in the bowl of night
Has opened one more bottle of dry white,
And Lo! her skill has made
Another fruity cup for our delight!
To see this Siren lately rise,
And suffering is written in her eyes.
Carousing to the dawn this day,
Without encouragement of prize!
I sometimes think I’ve never been so drunk,
And noticed not the red rimmed eyes have sunk.
I’ve watched the coming of another day,
And slowly tottered to my bunk!
What is going on?
I get up, you are all in bed
Wakey wakey rise and shine
I have visions of you in my head
You make me laugh, you make me cry
Scribbles changes every day
Get up now, I want to play.
[quote=“gumbud, post: 1489785”]
robert you are excelling - well done laddie - let ya lederhosens down a bit and kick up the tracers - Nice One RJ!
I’m sure the anthologists will appreciate your views!
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Capital buddy, thanks.
ANTHOLOGIST is a pub in Manchester/?[/QUOTE]
oops sorry anthropologists - [and I’ll get you back for that !!] what is an anthologist pray - quick before smarty arse pugs comes along with his verbosity! - is there a pub [g] called verbosity - maybe we should have one here for the lads and a few wenches!!
heh that’s a good idea - SP can you arrange for d00d to do us a pic of a pub called ‘verbosity’ for scribbles??