Lichen and Bees - Tamas Wells

Lichen the bees and a fortress

Of weeds in a small town venture

Only the stale and a quart

Of an ale and a cold intention

Over the lawn and the rail

And only to gather the mail

He likened to me but

I wondered if he were to see

Liken the bees and the matters that

Please to a small back bencher

Caught with the maid with her hair

In a braid not the one he mentioned

Over the lawn and the rail

And only to gather the mail

He likened to me but I

Wondered if he were to see

Lichen the bees and a fortress

Of weeds in a small town venture

Only the stale and a quart of

An ale and a cold intention

Lichen and bees in the walls

And the fevers of small

Town ventures

Sparrows and freight at

A quarter to eight and

A man who mentioned

Over the lawn and the rail

And only to gather the mail

He likened to me but

I wonder if he were to see

He likened to me but I wonder

If he were to see