You stole all my MeadA Poem by ronNot sure were this one came from it kind of just wrote it self.You stole all my
Mead Thomas O’Leary were
have you gone? Why have you left
when the sun has not gone?
It is half past noon
and your no were to be found. Your off in the
bushes playing some song on the fiddle that’s mine.
You stole all my
Mead, What a sorrowful fellow.
With the girls all
around, making wonderful
twirls.
Won’t they be surprised
to see, you only stole only
half of my Mead.
That’s the half that went into the trash. So rejoice in you devil may care.
We all know the
girls will be sleeping with me tonight, while your past out
in the barn with only the goats to charm. © 2013 ron |
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