Happy Days Are Here Again

The accursed Serpent,

Seems forever to be writhing in agony;

      Will it ever repent,

Eve’s seduction when with her

                 knees under the mahogany?   

Restless in my bed,

With a thousand serpents in my brain;

The visions of her, diamonds and coal,

            in my head.

 Oh Agony! Let only her smile remain.

The squirrel gathers acorns

With the grace of a dancer;

Keeps him warm in wintry days;

      Love grows like cancer;

A second with her turns it all to

                                  happy days!

ã Phillip ”Peedy” David

22Sep1969.