Tavern Wishes

Pour me one more glass, lady bartender
Then I’ll take my leave, my mistress calls me
To populate the night; never-ending
Questions swirl after the fog of today--
Cross-examination: How can this be?
There no convincing one who’s gone astray.
I wish I could escape this happenstance--
(Can’t live with women & can’t kill ‘em, see?)
Instead, perhaps I’ll ask my girl to dance.

Grace's weekend challenge to the Real Toads is the Nocturna.