Had a lot to drink last night.
Bitter, sweet, pungent ale; taste
Still lingers on my heavy tongue,
Blocking thoughts away.
Were you there? I doubt it, lady.
You probably were asleep,
Quiet in your tidy bed,
Dreaming the charming prince,
Locked tight in a deep embrace.
Why didn't you think of me, lady?
Am I not the Holy Child? Ain't I
The savior of truth and beauty?
What have I done to distance you?
Pray tell me, so I could don back my regalia.
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