He used to visit all the very gay places,
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life,
To get the feel of life,
From jazz and cocktails.
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life,
To get the feel of life,
From jazz and cocktails.
It looks like Moosletoe has been dipping into the Christmas cheer a bit early this year.
Song: "Lush Life" by Billy Strayhorn.
Poor Mister Moose:
ReplyDeleteLife is lonely again.
And only last year everything seemed so sure.
Now life is awful again.
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore.
A week in paris will ease the bite of it.
All I care is to smile in spite of it.
Cognac is missing!
ReplyDeletePerhaps Mr. Moose is responsible for the missing cognac.
DeleteEat, drink and be merry!
ReplyDeleteLove that poem. M Mouse is adorable!
ReplyDeleteAhhhhh, I love Mr Moosletoe!
ReplyDeleteA drunk moose! What a disgrace !
ReplyDeletemitch, ah, a week in Paris! Those were the days...
ReplyDeletechm, wilma, he finished that yesterday.
travel, I can do that.
evelyn, :)
judy, I always thought he was a reindeer until I read his tag one year.
michael, I just hope he doesn't learn about the ping pong ball thing.