A Rainy Day into the December Night December 14, 2013
A rainy December morn 'pon
The death of Winter's resurrection:
The death of Winter's resurrection:
A chill in the air, most certainly
Burning the smoke o' my despair;
Burning the smoke o' my despair;
And I, the once-proud diamond king,
Nine pros smile 'pon a kiss by the sun,
Nine pros smile 'pon a kiss by the sun,
As summer died two months hither,
And I am now resign'd to go on the run.
And I am now resign'd to go on the run.
As many "V"-shaped formations
Fly unto another sunshine beach,
Fly unto another sunshine beach,
And I, blind'd; the rheumatic hands pray,
A Julian quadrant's last reprieve.
A Julian quadrant's last reprieve.
No longer am I virile, my easy plebiens,
For I am bereft o' my life's sunshine;
And I seek to find Life's new meaning,
For I am bereft o' my life's sunshine;
And I seek to find Life's new meaning,
The morning now always o' blackest night;
But what do I recall o' the sweet sunrises
My eternal Spring shall by April bequeath,
My eternal Spring shall by April bequeath,
When the grass is green, the girls smoking; and
Mosquitoes so thirsty, they slip by my sheath;
As I beg for a last stand 'pon wounded knees,
The Wurlitzer shall always compel me to "Charge!"
Mosquitoes so thirsty, they slip by my sheath;
As I beg for a last stand 'pon wounded knees,
The Wurlitzer shall always compel me to "Charge!"
Christmas will be crow'd in 11 days hence,
But the rooster hasn't danced, it makes no sense:
But the rooster hasn't danced, it makes no sense:
Another day, more cloudy amid His Gray,
And I linger as its victim and have no say.
And I linger as its victim and have no say.
But I seem stuck with a flat 'pon the paved creek
The gray beaver creek, as we quote the quarterback:
The gray beaver creek, as we quote the quarterback:
I'm a slugger begging for her four bagger bases,
My sole wish to round her third and head for her home.
My sole wish to round her third and head for her home.
I desire to drive, to score as I penetrate the path,
And I shall slide home as I lube her gears a bath!
And I shall slide home as I lube her gears a bath!
'Tis another rainy day, my loves, and I am worn,
And all I see is the cold wretch o' a December morn:
And all I see is the cold wretch o' a December morn:
A rainy quietus into Winter's night amid my discontent,
Tho' I ask if there was even a day when I had a mint.
Tho' I ask if there was even a day when I had a mint.
As the rain shall ne'er die, I must fight this bout
Did Mudville lose once Mighty Casey struck out?
Did Mudville lose once Mighty Casey struck out?
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