Oh, Can't You See?

I sailed into that queer old gloom

Tasked to ask that drunk old Moon:

Why sing such a sad old croon?

He wept,

"Oh, can't you see?

Soon we will lose this summer heat

Why, can't you see?

The romantics can hardly stand on their feet

And can't you see?

Even bedlam is neat!

And though love is sweet,

It is fleeting

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed