At the bottom of a barrel,
soaked into the old wood,
is where I'll lie till I'm understood.
Some think me to be crude,
others think my arrogance
is unjustified and just plain rude.
But here at the bottom,
I'll lie turning rotten, forgotten
Just like the Autumn, now that your hats have bobbles on them.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC
At the bottom of a barrel,
soaked into the old wood,
is where I'll lie till I'm understood.
Some think me to be crude,
others think my arrogance
is unjustified and just plain rude.
But here at the bottom,
I'll lie turning rotten, forgotten
Just like the Autumn, now that your hats have bobbles on them.
