There’s so much can be said in a song.
The troubled child sings an inner song.
Fat cats stuff their mouths with food and drink.
Farts and belches are their dinner song.
Remorseful mother, stressed and angry,
blesses her child, sings a sinner song.
Grand Andy stands to sing on tele;
he smugly thinks this is the winner song.
Gale force winds break branches, howling loud,
until a breeze drifts a thinner song.
Some make a long story longer still;
Yet some tell tall tales; some spin a song.
And I, with stilled pen and silent muse,
pour myself a second gin… Ah! Song!!