Oh! That's a marvelous place.
I didn't taste it yet I was very dizzy.
My wings totally got wet
And hardly I escaped from the cauldron.
Straightaway I flew to a country Pub
Where the drinking companions rushed.
Landed on the brim of a mug
And listened to their conversation.
Some they sing, laugh and dance
Some argue with the deeds.
But I found a soul at a table corner
Who cries alone.
I was so sorry and realized later
When a dumb got drunk he only cries
And what else he could perform?
A very sad poem. Crying that has no future. That gadfly should have chosen a more optimistic place to spend his last moments. Compelling write. Always your friend, Sandra
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This is enchanting, Nimal. Your drunken gadfly and his tale of intoxication is as unusual as it is amusing. A maudlin drunk is not a pretty sight. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥