Don'T Read This Sober

Twas a fine October morning, one September, last July! The moon lay thick upon the ground, the mud, shone in the sky! The flowers, were singing sweetly and the birds were in full bloom! As I, walked down the cellar steps, to sweep the upstairs room! The time was Tuesday morning, on a Wednesday, just at night! I saw ten thousand miles away, a house just out of sight! The door projected backwards, the front, was at the back! It stood alone, between two more, and it was whitewashed black! Sorry, Soupers, I just had to get that out of my system!