The Pie-Eyed Piper Of Hamlet Poem by T.D. Euwaite

The pie-eyed piper of Hamlet
by TD Euwaite

He draws long and hard
Then remembers
Why he receives payment fortnightly,
The chilled breath shivers the flute song he plays
Perhaps he should heat some more air
A light is all he craves

Ahhhhh, his song is simpler now
The melodious clouds,
Dream ringlets bring an imaginary feast to his table
Hunger is difficult to administer
But still, he plays the pipe
And he draws another breath,
…long and hard.