Making Aquaintance

Vaksinius · Making Aquaintance (*)

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
We sit down at a café and
we talk about the weather.
The weather, I say, makes no strand.
We are in it together.

[Verse 2]
What about the wind and rain,
you ask and make a gesture.
By it the weather is a pain,
I say, as if by torture.

[Chorus]
In Norway, know, it is a verb,
I say, to weather, meaning
“to be”. You see, the one superb
is not on playing leaning.

[Bridge]
That is fantastic, you say. Glow!
Give me to feel the summer!
I smile, and say, what are you now?
The “be’ar” playing drummer?

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
In Norway, know, it is a verb,
I say, to weather, meaning
“to be”. You see, the one superb
is not on playing leaning.

[Bridge]
That is fantastic, you say. Glow!
Give me to feel the summer!
I smile, and say, what are you now?
The “be’ar” playing drummer?

[Verse 3]
You laugh, and say, a busy “bee”
I am, now, in that respect!
The Viking is to me, you see,
to kill by sound intellect!

[Outro]
The Viking is to me, you see,
to weather, damned to be …

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.