Updated: Aug 16, 2021
by Mister Victor
Attend that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee smile upon a day
And wrest thyself from work’s vined scrum
And emancipate thy jaunty array.
But emails go unanswered as flotsam
And silent the telephone rings no more
And we your allies are pitched like jetsom
As dusty keepsakes behind shuttered doors.
But still we covet our enduring treasure
And memories of you gleam like the midnight moon
Brighter than the stars by any measure
And to thy laughter none are immune
So break thy spell that keeps you away
And slate a time for a merry field day