Wednesday, September 19, 2007

XXXI - Oh where, oh where...

Oh where, oh where... Said the bird “Pray Sir, to where have you flown? Away when I left and yet to come home. Are you musing on stuff, transcendental Or fighting for causes, environmental? Perhaps you’re bosun of some old barque Sailing the Cape for a bit of a lark? Perhaps you have been sold by gypsies afar Or finally succumbed to the Pinot Noir? Are you off in search of some treasure Or serving time at Her Majesty’s pleasure? It’s probably dull, whatever occurred But I’d still like to know”, insisted the bird. --- © J Cosmo Newbery ---