What does one do when the sun is setting
and the neighbors are drinking magaritas
and the birds have stopped crying for anything
and the televison is silent.
What does one do
when it’s too early for wine
and the night seems so long
and sleeping can’t happen
for another five hours
What does one do?
You think this is a song and i have an answer but I don’t and I know what I do but maybe it won’t work for you or maybe it will if you try it.
You want to know, you ask, then come closer and I will tell you but only if I can see you are as true as a white Begonia or perhaps a Narcissus without the mirror or maybe I will give you a TIGER to take care of your rodent problem and then you would have entertainment in l” heure bleu” which you so obviously need or you wouldn’t be reading this piece on what to do, would you?