Poem of Merriment
A poem. Of merriment! By Giliath Haldar.
Walking home from the days toil,
through the towns trodden soil.
Come up to the doors and push aside,
your troubles with a smile wide.
Call the girls, call the men
gather them all so we can then,
show this town that fun can vary,
eat, drink, and let's be merry.
Grab a mug with a sounding cry,
raise it, raise it to the sky.
Tonight we shall drink our fill,
tonight we shall be merry still.