Eccentric shaped moon,
humid cold air stirs,
night is falling,
I heard somebody howling,
on a verdant lawn,
a burly yet handsome man I see
somnolent teary
eyes has he,
imbibing liquor
till evening breaks free.
went home drunken
at dawn,
he rushed into be
austere cold
made him quiver.
he made himself little,
on a cozy c blanket he hid
with curled up toes,
both eyes tightly closed.
I could spell the tune of innocent secrets!
somehow, the wine
consoled him,
the sun was up
he doesn't get up
bot hands on his lap.
till hung-over
sets him up.

Cyrus Diaz

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