outside the wind and rain are making sport
inside i'm cold and tired and seeking rest
my chief desire's to be at some warm resort
the wisest now refrain from holding court
they know that no one's at their very best
outside the wind and rain are making sport
name one thing that would be of finest sort
and someone will denounce it as a pest
my chief desire's to be at some warm resort
there's much in life we wouldn't now abort
but some things need to be within the vest
outside the wind and rain are making sport
not much to do so we won't be caught short
we huddle here inside our own heart's nest
my chief desire's to be at some warm resort
now as we make our way to the safe port
i've found the answer to my longest quest
outside the wind and rain are making sport
my chief desire's to be at some warm resort
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
15 April 2007
not now the proper time
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