Life of Lonny Mcbain
Life of Lonny McBain
Being home by the fire will ease the strain
from being out in this cold miserable rain
the crackling sparks will shed some pain
making me feel I’m not yet insane.
Boiling some water for tea with no name
home made soup I’m known by fame
rabbit stew in fridge, from sport and game
villagers will stop in with desire and acclaim.
Smoke flowing by the antique rooster vain
hearty fire cracklin’ as I sip my vintage champagne
being a little stuporous I favor my old hickory cane
but I feel the boozy rewards in my aging brain.
Looking out the window is a bit of eye strain
life in the forest is dim but I don’t really complain
lots of critters scatter around in this terrain
I treat them well, I believe in humane.
The nights are quiet here, only the horn of a train
I enjoy my place of contentment and free rein
have no concern that my life is dented and mundane
my needs are met by the measures that sustain.
No leprechauns dance around my shack that’s plain
I have serenity which the world does not stain
remote and peaceful, I live not in vain
this is like Limerick and I am Lonny McBain
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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