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A Night On The Town

While searching for a book, one that I hadn’t yet read
I stumbled upon a critter and this is what he said:

Although the library is quite cozy and nice;
Could you fancy a night out for the right price?

Howsabout we meet by the bibliotheca shrub?
A groundhog as I adores a good Punxsy pub.

Grab your coat and throw on your hat.
I’m ready to have a friendly chat.

I looked him in the eye and asked him his name
With delight, he said, 

“You’re unaware of my fame.

My friends call me Phil, so I suppose you should too
Let’s blow this joint”

And away we flew

We wandered the streets of this charming town
Visiting shops and pubs, up the street and down

We feasted on grub and guzzled much drink
Then, Phil looked at me with a very hard think

“My friend, it’s been fun but it’s three in the morning.”

And he tottered down the street without any warning

I watched as he burrowed under the library steps
Down on my knees and behind him I crept

His words fell on my ears as he waddled out of sight

 “My friend, it’s time for you to go as the sun soon brings light.

You see, I don’t mean to complicate.
But in the morning, I must prognosticate.

Meet me again: fight your way through the mob.
That tree over there; in Gobblers knob.

In just a few hours, at the light of the day;
Meet me again; and don’t delay.”

I did just that; I waited on the lawn
When Phil came out with a stretch and a yawn

With a wink and a smile, his eyes met me with regard
Then a man handed me a note.  His name was Gerard.

“This note is from Phil.  Don’t tell anyone he can talk, or find you I will.”

I took the note from this cryptic subversive
And found it to be written in splendid cursive

"Thank you for the night, full of libations and cheer
Let’s do it all again.  Meet me same time next year."
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