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.