Oh, I’m a Gonna Go!
I’m a gonna go out where the wind durst blow
Sand in my knickers and mud in my toes
Where cow pies rightly disappear and the crickets eat them dangburned rusted bandoliers!
Where the guns don’t get to shootin’,
Where there’s no high brow falutin’
And everyone dances ’till half past three…
If you need me, why that there where’s I’ll be…!
In the Land of Absolution…!
-A.R. Clayton
There’s too much fun to be had at this week’s Terrible Poetry contest. Have fun and keep writing. ✏️
Peregrine Arc 
Uh… yep… hmmm
Just keep walking past the terribleness. There’s mints on the way out. 😉
Ha ha
Next verse!!
Oh, I’m glad the dancing finishes by half past three, gives you time to make a nice cuppa , have a biscuit and settle down for your 4pm nap then.
There you go, sounds nice! 🙂