Lethargy knows no bounds
As it makes me wanna pound
'pon the desk jez ta hear a sound
‘Cuz I feel drowned
And whilst I’m downed
In this no-hope town
I wanna get around
To sippin’ a bottle o' brown
Then mixin’ up da noun
en actin like a bloody clown
Doin a jig while da DJ’s frown
'fore fallin’ onta a feathery down
And dreamin of hounds
That wanna catch ma washed out rear mound.

Cheers, no beers,

Wisp

%-)

lol...thats beautiful....

LOL...very nice...
totally loved it..all the "own" and "ound" sounds..."ya too good you are"

Thanks Night Star...its just so happened to be one of those 'wishing' days and the words came...I just had to share it with yous...hahaha.

yeah, but thanks again- appreciate it.