lodge

Hodge Lodge
10-5-18

Beg, borrow and steal
Nutmeg and sorrow in what I feel
On the other side of the inlet
Dry by mast of mizzen as Christ should have risen
On the platitude of our Winchel Sea in memories of Mama Mia
None envious still, the look of the day
No sandwich without representation be not angular
Jesus will take care of you
Down with Geeble the Tyrant all for the road of you
Observing another frontispiece let not the salt lose its savor
Do they tell us where they kid the press
As cast out are prophets and saints
All for pens, brushes and ink and paints
Blown by the wind in midget Hodge
A place to lodge.....