Urn

I awoke with sadness a yearning cry of an alias that was tied to an Elton tune was a sad day even for me that morning a few clicks was about it some would say the thought of lever etched their mind's to them was genius it fit well it was already being sung he got here fast his following friend came and nothing like a cork his followed with a dent searing though his blind's now waiting for me a feast with bottle's of champagne he took one shook it up mysteriously he was tied to it hard to the cork with grief he popped the cork that day shot straight up with it