The night would be cold <br />As I had been told <br />By the bloke upon the telly <br />That day I'd been sold <br />Comestibles bold <br />From my favourite deli <br /> <br />To my lair I retired <br />And the burner was fired <br />To produce a warmth so embracing <br />And the goods did unfold <br />With a wonder untold <br />Let me say it was far from debasing <br /> <br />Delights were consumed <br />And my thoughts were exhumed <br />From a place I'd forgotten to mention <br />The fire was high <br />And so was I <br />Because of the whisky to relieve my tension <br /> <br />Such simple pleasures <br />Flames with some good measures <br />Cause manifold passions to bear <br />I sat and I thought <br />Of my lessons well taught <br />And the reasons why I still do care <br /> <br />The trials of life <br />And encumberant strife <br />Fade away as I gaze in the fire <br />Pen and paper appeal <br />And my thoughts I reveal <br />As my burner again does inspire<br /><br />Esra Sloblock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-always-works/
