POEM # 4

The party ended far too soon
We sat by the lake on the hillside
And stared at the purple moon

A cloud granted us shadow cover
And Bill Boy told his tale, his lies
Like frost his lamentation hovers

“I did not me to offend Ms. Micking
T’was but a joke, a little humor only
Her funny bone was I picking

She had no call for such protestations
I was only having fun like all good
People of all colors, all grand nations

I wish she had allowed for the birthday cake
There was no reason to call off the party
On my honor and my pride the vomit was fake”