Approach me now, poet of the city
But say nothing to me lame or silly
For I hear with words you are great and witty.
Here is wine for your fill to drink
And your thoughts to guide when you think
Hold your tongue, just yet don’t speak.
Come to my banquet poet of the city
Let’s have some fun, don’t say am greedy
Feast with me let’s feel the city
Why not when we all part tomorrow?
None of these to you I borrow
So that you don’t go home in sorrow.
Listen to me poet of the city
To great men wine is tricky
Makes you think fast not greedy.
Look poet I brought you ink and jotter
Make use of it to keep your thoughts from the gutter
Wine is good but your words are better
Sit up now poet of the city
It time for work no more merry,
Let the wine bring out your witty.
Tell the world of my love and greatness
Say I bring joy and hope for the hopeless
We both know am so kind and fearless.
Use your words to make them love me
Their praises can’t bring you what my wine gives
You had your opinion once but now mine lives.
If left alone you could be a mine field.
to be continued…