In the dverse poet’s pub we’re singing the blues. This is a rehash of mine from 2013 if it looks familiar. Come visit the pub!
Gotta longing deep inside,
A deep desire to confide,
From way down to my toes,
Whilst I am in the throes;
And so I must compose, myself.
Oh, I got the urge to dirge,
When I feel those blues emerge.
They’re breakin right on through,
It’s more than I can do;
Why don’t you join in too, yourself?