My Helium Pancakes Notwithstanding
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
I see the night: I have much to repent
And also serve, who only run and hide.
Because I do not hope to turn again,
Desiring this man's goose and that man's snipe
Oh day and night, this life is wondrous strange--
Enchant the maytime with an antique pipe!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a cap
Unless it be with silken thread imbued
Else every night must seem a cunning trap
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude
"Once more unto the beach, dear friends, once more!"
Said the hoary inveterate drunkard, yawning:
"I see some booze is still left on the shore!
First pass the port, and then straight on till morning!"
When others see this sorry mess of woe,
There'll be the sound of revelry by night
As pagans to the great big bonfire go
And all of them get plastered by first light.
Contributors: | fester, (trad), Roland, Apsley, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 15th May 2002. |