We Called Room Service
For the parmo..... was off!
The pub was closed
And I was,overwhelmed ,
As we walked,..... a lonely road.
I so loved......That mischievous nymph.
While she spied a horse ,within a gypsies' wood !
That I'd seen not seen,
for the field ......was deep,
and the woods dark!
She whispered in their ears
But, I heard it naught,...
For I ......
I spoke no horse !
Nor could I dance,....
their mystic jig.
So we returned to the Garth
To have a drink within that hall.
And Parmo, was put aside....
For
That night.
Giajl © Jim Love