Song Lyrics in Search of a Tune
Cousin Bill just stopped by in his usual way,
Reciting some lines from a Wilder play,
Talking of weather, and whether or nay,
His hair all adrift, like confusion of hay,
And Julie’s been gone for a day.
As for me, I sit whiling the hours away,
All the freshness and force of a tired cliché,
Having the thoughts that no words can convey,
And Julie’s been gone just a day.