Wednesday, May 4, 2016

The Fest



          The Fest
          (after Kipling’s “The Quest”)

A knave came home from the fest
Haggard and dazed, he moaned
Weary and slovenly dressed
Staggering drunk and stoned

Partying takes no shame
Folly was first to arrive
Merrily toot the great cheroot
And drown out the government’s jive!

Chorus:      Here are my pants to mend
                   And here is my head to be shrunk
                   The party was long
                   And the drinks, they were strong
                   But I drank as much as I drunk!
                   Yah, I drank as much as I drunk!

O dark and deep the den
That thrummed of rock and roll
I couldn’t find a lady friend
And so I lost control

Utterly whelmed was I
Buzzed like a bee in a hive
Merrily toot the great cheroot
And drown out the government’s jive!

(chorus)

My senses have been through a blitz
But that’s what I already knew
You see my dazed and scattered wits
But never the minds I blew!

Matching them drink for drink
Good bargaining to contrive
Merrily toot the great cheroot
And drown out the government’s jive!

(chorus)

My folly you can’t compute
You say that my talk is absurd
But you didn’t salute the great galoot
And you didn’t give him the bird

Surely he comes to enslave again
But when you prove he’s lyin’
There will come to your help my broken yelp
From this lost weekend of mine!

(chorus)



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