They’ve seen something in the forest
just outside the lantern-light
but Adventurers are adventurers
and don’t quite give a good god damn
So stepping lively through the waving
branches of a white-pine grove, the
Boys in Black ain’t looking back: they’ve
half a map and half a plan

Of course, for all adventurers
the first one’s always rather rough
and every little detail not quite
taken in account, so
when the man in back was dragged away
by creatures unbeknown or seen
the other young adventures
kept not their wits about

Fortunately, however,
one lone brown bear, though quite a sight
is no match for six stout walkingstaves,
so was dispatched quite quick
And the boys were quite relieved
when dragged away was dragged on back
and plan were laid for next adventure:
Bring more than just sticks

i pondered your loss at length
perhaps carrying out the possibility
beyond the line in the sand marked
“healthy”

thank God you’re not gone.

See, the folks we love,
they get drunk sometimes.
Sometimes, they go and
do things that make us question
(not really, but we think so)
weather we really love them
anymore.

Sometimes, though
the folks we love,
they get drunk,
and then they bare their
very souls
(drunk words are sober thoughts
and all that, though I hardly believe it).
Now, what to do with the
mess they’ve made the morning after?