The Limerick of the gentleman and the laird.
There once was a gentleman from Dublin, who smoked cigarettes with the landlord of Lonnegan. They sat and they drank, down to the fish tank and decided to call it a day.
“Too much whiskey and beer”, said he, trying to stand to his feet by the 12th bell of Sunday. As close to God, as any man could be. They confessed their sins and stumbled forward saying, “give us a last dram of whiskey.”
Soon enough they regained their senses and found they’re glasses filled, but ‘twas their confessions lurking about that made them ill. Then Lonnegan exlaimed, “we’ve forgotten about the saints and savior of us all.” “Not to worry”, said the gentleman, “just invite them next time, one and all.”
Black Eyes Turning Blue
I thought about the times spent writing chapters past, the way free spirits do. I’ve taken hearts to replace the ones I lost, 9 lives and second chances used, for black eyes still turning blue, these black eyes are still blue.
Black eyes turning blue.
Black eyes turning blue.
Like slight of hand,
Black eyes turning blue.
Black eyes turning blue.
Black eyes turning blue.
Sunrise, sunset I see you, with these
black eyes turning blue.
You pack up your mind and move to LA, just a train ride away. A pocket full of dreams, this is what the man by the cross roads said. She’s got your heart and shes inside your head.
These blue eyes, these black eyes turning blue, steal her away instead.
Black eyes turning blue.
Black eyes turning blue.
Like slight of hand,
Black eyes turning blue.
Black eyes turning blue.
Black eyes turning blue.
Sunrise, sunset I see you, with these
black eyes turning blue.
Dylan J.M. Jackson II
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