To the Night

To the Night

Here's to half-truths and whole lies,
to cans, mixers and drunken slander.
Here's to the tone deaf and colour blind
- to long nights and bloodshot eyes.

Here's to the star and the moons,
To fondling, fellatio and far off fun.
Here's to the nights we all forgot
and a memory unmissed.

To heart-aches and tooth-aches,
Hangovers - hungover hair of the dog.
To whiskey drenched cigarettes
and long walks in the rain.

Here's to the nights we never knew
(that beat the sun hands down)
When dreams are hard to come by
and impossible to rhyme.

Heres to the night and hoping.

Flame Boy

I was reading some Edward Lear earlier and thought I'd give this whole limerick malarky a shot.................so.............

Flame Boy

There once was a boy named James
Who's face was engulfed in flames.
Doctors knew not the cause for
this most fatal of flaws.
what a terrible shame for poor James.

Well he grew so terribly tired of fire
when the consequences were downright dire
so he went out in the rain, to end all his pain
and extinguish the long burning fire.

- But what did he see beneath all his hair?
He was ugly it just wasn't fair.
So drop a tear and sigh a prayer
for Flame Boy's long forgotten flare.