Once more, I take my rum upon the floor.

A handsome fellow could not putt for skills

How flouncing scholars force our state of war.

 

False virtue lures a cross, vast empty mores

A wail of flaming pride ignores the frills

Once more, I take my rum upon the floor.

 

Forget your sombre voyage, beasts must ignore,

Return henceforth to virgin brought by ills

How flouncing scholars force our state of war.

 

Appearing shawled, never like before,

Admiring her, forgetting his espirit,

Once more, I take my rum upon the floor.

 

The sun invests in dryads’ burning sore,

In sorrow simple minds and tanks they fill,

How flouncing scholars force our state of war.

 

Together harvest hollowness for more.

The house is silent, he has gone for thrills.

Once more, I take my rum upon the floor.

How flouncing scholars force our state of war.

 

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