Samhain Flu
Seems I do it every year
Round the fire in the cold
Telling tales and drinking beer
But, I've found, as I grow old,
(Though I'll never quit, I fear)
I cannot seem to break the mold.
Overdosed on craic and cheer
It's the flames that make me bold
Not understanding Winter's near.
Basketloads of tissues hold
All that's drained of Summer dear
I should do as I've been told,
Though it may seem very queer
I can't resist the fires gold.
Merlinbeag
©2006