Short Swig Poems

Farcical Fact-OBD

One Couple Of Days all the summer long,
freezing in our coats sang a silent song,
numbered the stars by the light of the sun,
a miserable week — we had such fun.

On broken legs we were dancing a jig,
we swore off the drink while having a swig,
my tale is a farce and absolute fact,
I'm a stable genius, completely cracked!