Traveler with words

 

 Traveler with words




Within the seclusion of a docile mind
Hides a follower with clocks for eyes
A sellers of prose with gifted lines
The Skull knows
No end to rhyme
His beer stein half empty
His heart over full
Crashing the party
Breaking our most boring rules

He rides on three wheels
some say he looks cool
if you get on his bad side
you'll be the fool
a wordsmith, a bard
has a gift with his tongue
swoon worthy savvy
he's sired plenty of young

Pour out the bourbon
chug down some rum
a pirate, our matte
we're missing our chum.


By nutbuster