Poetry Thing Poem (???)
Poetry may not be my thing
I would rather play and sing.
A tune about a love gone wrong
or a good old drinking song.
To pick and grin with my friends
around a campfire 'til night ends.
Many the time we sat all night
until the dawn of morning light.
Then home to milk and do the chores
and get some rest and do the snores.
But youth is fleeting and those days are gone
I am left wondering what has gone wrong.
Cheerily
IJK
I would rather play and sing.
A tune about a love gone wrong
or a good old drinking song.
To pick and grin with my friends
around a campfire 'til night ends.
Many the time we sat all night
until the dawn of morning light.
Then home to milk and do the chores
and get some rest and do the snores.
But youth is fleeting and those days are gone
I am left wondering what has gone wrong.
Cheerily
IJK
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You're bring back memories