Whiskey Maid
(© 2010 Kyf Brewer)

Oh,
The longing was sweet
There in the peat
Where we did meet
You,
With all of your charm
Did take my arm
And left me quite warm

We
Rode into town
Me staring down
The front of your gown
Straight
Up to your flat
Where the neighbor swore that
I sat on your cat

The landlady burst in the room
White as a candle, and drunk as a loon

You,
Your toes in the air
Except for your hair,
Was totally bare
I,
Thinking quite fast
Covered my ass
And filled up her glass

The villagers gathered in throng
'Cause drunk as we were we rolled out to the lawn

We, An afternoon had
A dizzy triad
Modestly clad
And so,
Town history made
Now each first of May
They have a parade

And now we know
That life can be hell
But from what I can tell
It's treated you well
But oh,
The longing was sweet
There in the peat
Where we did meet.