Rambles

Rambles

I see the great brambles

I hear the drunken rambles

I see the fiery pit

I feel the painful hit

I wake in a distant land

With broken wine bottle in hand

Drunk the last drop have I

A headache so bad I want to die

A tear shapes in my eye

And I begin to cry

The rambling man walks by

A knife in hand he charges at me

And I turn to begin to flee

He tackles me and I fall

Down  down goes the town hall