“It’s Three In The Morning”
It’s three the in the morning,
there’s nowhere to pee!
I had to stand there, next to a tree.
The Cold winds were howling.
Oh, the chill in the air.
The dogs were barking,
There’s something, “out there!”
The Moon light was hung, by a tree.
I got to the Cabin; “it was only me!”
William J. Roney III
Copyright © 2022