Once upon a tour…..

We all know men of a certain age
Who no longer swive
But still valiantly strive
To bestride the stage
Of bibulous fun
Plus the, occasional, bum;
But their efforts I fear
Must cost them dear
When the circadian call
Unites them all
In the quest for rest
From relentless jest,
Leaving sot-driven drools
From sad-cocktailed fools
To fall to the floor
And the cry: “no more!”
Is drowned by the sound
Of their stools.

……with apologies to the 2nd Earl of Rochester….
channeled by Giorgio

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