Come my love,
The night is young,
The stars are shining bright.
The moon behind his silvery cloud
Believes himself beyond our reach:
We’ll teach the bastard yet.
(c) me, 2007. Don’t steal. :) Just something that popped into my mind on the way home from emergency work, review session, and inadvertently late dinner. As I walked I was eating a Choco-Taco (“Fudge Grande!”), and the poem occurred to me just as I had finished and was throwing away the wrapper. Novelty ice cream bard — just one more title to add to the business cards.