It’s the end of the day
Take me to the house of cards
Take to where the bards play
Take me out to the yard
Where we can be merry
With plenty of beer and lard
Lords and ladies
Laden heavy with wealth
Packed around their waste
Food and drink flowing in such haste
Such little time to get a full taste
Take me to where men sew a tale about their deeds
And the women that know better laugh in their face
Take me to the halls where friend greets brother
Where we gather
Father, mother, son, daughter, friend, sister and brother
Take me to a world unlike this one
A merry time
Like no other
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May we all be so wondrously transported.
Loving the slightly dark but fun, longing tone in this one. Sounds like the place to be! ☺️👍
A darkly merry vision indeed. Like a mediaeval banquet. Hope you have a good and merry day, wherever you are. With plenty of lard.