ramblings and things
Wednesday my special Wednesday
That helped me survive,
Without my special Wednesdays
I doubt I'd be alive.
I’d undress her slowly,
My companion of the night,
And we would settle down
To our evening of delight.
I would draw back the curtain
So we could watch the stars
Speculating on the likelihood of
Beings watching from alien bars
She encouraged me to talk.
Her interest never failed
To inspire my desire to
Tell her tall fantastic tales.
Of faeries and unicorns,
Much vaunted quests,
Sallies into darklnands
On manhood tests,
The evening progressed
Slid gently along
Until with the last drink
My companion was gone
Just another empty bottle
Standing by my right hand
Just my lonely empty room
No longer a fantasy land
The stars still twinkled
Through my alcoholic eyes
But no longer concealed
Any elements of surprise.
I’d slide my companion to join
Those already under my bed
Knowing at least I'd eased
The night that loomed ahead.
She was my Wednesday lady
In my quest to seek
Oblivion on that special
Day of each week
Tomorrow face the world
With throbbing aching head
But instead of from insomnia
From drunken sleep instead.
Wednesday my special Wednesday
That helped me survive
Without my special Wednesdays
doubt I'd be alive.
Wednesday