I don’t really care for beer But buy it anyway; “Cause folks keep stoppin’ in to call, Sit down and then they stay. I’ve nothing much to talk about, I’m perfectly okay Cloistered in the woods alone, No need for other’s play. To occupy the visitors As they sit in silence perched Upon a couch or easy chair Into which they’ve lurched, I offer up a beer to drink And another take for me, To dull the dearth of silence felt In awkward company.Leave a Comment
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