O how I love Midsummer’s Night.
She splashes whiskey all over the desk.
All decked out with her winsome grin.
His passions veiling the sun.
There is always a hint of sadness…
Pluck me the rose, if you please.
To all the girls I’ve loved before.
White fanned bouquet
In the room the women come and go…
From one roof to the next.