And tea for too few,
A sea where the moon is blue,
A rustic few
seeing off
The sunlight
With an ink of blue
Deja Vu.
Norman soldiers
Relinquish
In order to set out
A picnic dinner
In the basis.
Soft camel,the animal,
Quick, hand me a camel cigarette.
Enough of nerve endings
That chomp at the bit.
I won't smoke it
But will soak it
In the ink of blue
For a souvenir