We have cracked the midnight glass,
And loosed the racketing star-crazed night
The blind harp sings in the late firelight
And your hand is decked with white promises.
What wine is this?
There are orchids growing in my glass,
Good God, I'm pissed.
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Spike with the young Prince Charles and fellow goon Harry Secombe |
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ReplyDeleteWe have cracked the midnight glass And loosed the racketing star-crazed night into the room.
The blind harp sings in the late fire-light, Your hand is decked with white promises. What wine is this? There are squirrels chasing in my glass, Good God! I’m pissed.
Though he sometimes changed them in performance.
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