Another busy night. Another great night at Bar Ten. Tonight saw epic mod-rocker outfit Mother Lovin’ Chimps supported by the enviably talented Luke Gallagher. Obviously, seeing such great music means imbibing great alcohol so tonight we are a little tipsy.
I did have the intention of talking a little today about extra-terrestrial life but I have a head full of Smith’s so let’s get to the poem.
Here is a poem.
Over, under the bunny’s ears go,
Around and through, never so true.
The lace sits awkwardly between my fingers,
tying my shoes, doing it for you.
The windows came out streaky,
with flecks of cloth around the glass.
Newspaper gets the streaks out,
the mirror shimmering with class.
Everything I do, I do it for you.
Tying my shoes, cleaning the mirrors,
paying tax, scratching my feet, changing my socks,
it’s all for you babe.