Please, Sir

Come to from slumber on bed’s soft tundra
Murky with mourn beside dead uniform
And I wish and I hope
And I wish and I hope
With long drag on me smoke
And I wish and I hope
That I’ll stalk the corridors once more.
Please, Sir, let me return, if only for a term (how I yearn)
It’s glee, Sir, with your hot breath upon me (gob gurning in a fury)
But…
I only winded that lad before he bolted
And…
I only fumbled that lass, besides, I was revolted
So for forgiveness,
With me boys as witness,
Take this chips with cheese
As an offering of peace
But…
I only winded that lad before he bolted
And…
I only fumbled that lass, besides, I was revolted
So for forgiveness,
with me boys as witness,
take this chips with cheese
as an offering of peace