It’s nice to sing that new beat
Not just when drunk on milk and beef
Or high on smoke from that roasting rabbit
Meat so deliciously lean and stiff
As we gather round the heat
All of us dancing on the cliff
Thankful that tonight life is neat
And we are spared the gliff
Spared the terror and hit
That make us tremble like a leaf
Tearing us bit by bit
Ain’t this life’s spiff
Biting us in the butt even on retreat
Never leaving like our very own reef
Driving nails into the sores of our feet
Darkening the core of all our belief
Setting up pins for us on our seat
So nauseating is this life’s whiff
Monsters parade this life’s gloomy street
Even when silent we hear them sniff
Causing terrors that make our hearts grit
These life’s fairy-demons meet us with a biff
They greet our joys with a slit
And spare us no tiff
Leaving us a ghastly bloody treat
So when we get some relief
We are thankful for the feast
Giving the Creator glory without miff
And smiling as we lie tonight each on his bedsheet
Resting In Peace!
Doc – you made me laugh tonight, and I thank you for that. I hope you are well out there, on your bedsheet, astride your chariot constructed of mirth.
Glad I helped, sir Trent.
I know I am on my bedsheet.
I know I am content.
Always, Doc. Very content. A bit frightened by my southern neighbors, but content nonetheless.
Really glad to hear, Sir Trent.
A reminder of humanity always. As if we ever forget what we are capable of. As if we ever remember what we are capable of.
There is the crux of it. We are great but can not be too, and when on either side of that divide, we forget that we were ever once on the other.
I do agree with you, Sir.
Sometimes, I am tempted to think the worst thing about us is our forgetfulness. We seem so quick to forget the beauty of the good moments and as well the painful lessons of the harsh times.
https://youtu.be/SnxXtJxNWao …. = >
The lines though short gave a sizzling moment of nostalgia. Well played.
All we could hope for indeed, Art.