Sean

You’re like sugared tea, tears are lachrymose, jokes your repartee, might have once been so, you suppose, never one to moan, the wind starts to ease, you’ll ride out the blow, replace it with certainty, the moon suits your tone, you'd never agree, doors needs to close, here by the sea, why bother to roam, when you can believe, dreams are best at home, the kid’s are all fine, you drink alone, when their mother leaves, best change your clothes, huff to the lavatory, shift twenty stone.