Be still my heart
its measured part
‘Pon raising pewter’s heady brew,
unquenched as yet
doth tongue abject
Ah; but lovely is the view…
Such delicate pose
Alas; such prose
has been written in the stars!
Of creamy fluff
oh dreamy stuff
with tinkling laughter bars…
A dimple there
with blush so rare
I’ve lost all time’s pretenses,
a goggle in
a wishing bin--
Drink up me lad regain thy senses!







The picture does say a lot now I read the poem. I couldn't have pulled such intellectual ideas out of it. 

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