The Last Day

It may just be the last day,

That I sit and simply muse,

The given art of wordplay,

Is starting to confuse,

I may not solve a problem,

But I may make someone smile,

So for now I’ll keep on writing,

Because that makes it all worthwhile.


Licence To Spill

I may start making cocktails,

Rather than just drinking beer,

The thought of simply settling down,

With a cocktail, brings me cheer,

Though this means buying odd things,

That I may never use again,

Plus waking up with hangovers,

With Celery in my brain.