The Scotch After Frances Darwin Cornford The Watch Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
The Scotch After Frances Darwin Cornford The Watch
I wakened in a cold, cold sweat;
between twin sheets both warm and wet;
below the pillow bottled Scotch
half full, half empty, like life's watch.
I knew I'd swallowed far too much
and hoped, Dear Lord, Thou savest such
who savings spend, booze bought on tick,
fraught with anxiety, so sick.
O death, come quick, your servant pick
before I'm landed in the nick.
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4/26/2024 11:17:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh, death come quick..... great invitation!