Burning The Midnight Oil


       Late nights….wine…coffee…good friends;  just sitting around the table talking about life…the world…the stars.  Nights like these are too few and too far between. You can learn everything there is to know on a night like this. 



Yo ho ho and a bottle of booze, 

name your poison, go on and choose.

Fifteen cans on a dead man’s chest,

crush the empties and drink the rest. 

Pieces of 8 different bottles around,

better sober up before you run aground.