Come On My Wagon Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'm having it cozy
With nothing to do
Just memories rosy
About flowering you
Without any aim
That occupies man
Just living the flame
I much as I can

Throw silently things
That might entertain
If pleasure it brings
Slightly in vain
How do you do
In earning your living
I am here too
This poem you giving

To make you feel good
And blush a little
What ever you should
With ease and committal
I am not a dragon
You happen to meet
So come on my wagon
I have for you a seat