Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Farewell my darling

Our lives were off-track.
We had long ceased to grow.
We were riddled by flak
And she wanted to go.
I was taken aback
By this unforeseen blow
But her old Almanac
Said it had to be so.

There’d been plenty of craic
In those days long ago
When we drank Armagnac
And she called me her beau.

There’s no point looking back,
I declared to poor Jo,
As I dropped the large sack
To the river below.

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