THE PENILESS BARD

THE PENILESS BARD

Me began  me youth in finance

In me adulthood me became a penniless bard

Still me keeps off the phrases ois, oink and ayes!

In me tongue.

Me calls the dawn aurora

At the mention of money me dreams become asunder

Sometimes I want to build a barque

And sail away this tow

In bard’s style.

Be take meself to lands strange

In unknown stars

Will I camp my tent?

And use me sharp blade

For me food

On fire me meat I will cook.

Darkling-: no more as me star will  have me lit

All years alone. No more dolors

In me elds, this old bard’d be dulcified

Me own star effulgent

Empyrean heights of me imagination