Imagine being in your favorite tavern.
Cups clinking, everyone drinking.
friends at every turn!
Dancing
spinning
singing your tale:

Happy, flowery, shallow glee!
Bad spirits go
please flee!
Fairy tales and wishes
Unicorns and magic fishes
I can pray
and I can plea
that you tickle me 'til I WEE!

Sweet dreams and coated words
some like it!
some are for the birds!
Nit pick 'til you spit.
You are welcome to omit or remit
Makes no difference to me!
Life is racey and a bit ornery
but it's what you make it.

In then end you can face up and get out
or chin up and move on.
Everyday has it's own dawn
but every day also has it's night.
It's all good, I'll be your pawn!
I love to ponder 'til you yawn!
Either way it's not quite right to run in fright.
It's not me, it's not me, it's not meeeee!

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Glacian, in the year 582 AF.