Time please gentlemen he calls
and with that the bell rings
I love this pub
it's a pity about the smoking

But it is time to leave
so I go into the secret garden
there I unfold my wings
and take flight home

In my mind is that oak bar
and the drinks that frequent
but now I will take roost
dreaming of conquest drunk

It is time for me to sleep
it is a time for me to dream
and beyond moderation
be a writer very keen

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris