The Songstone

'TIS true, 'tis day ; what though it be? O, wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because 'twas night? Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither, Should in despite of light keep us together. Light hath no tongue, but is all eye; If it could speak as well as spy, This were the worst that it could say, That being well I fain would stay, And that I loved my heart and honour so That I would not from him, that had them, go. Must business thee from hence remove? O ! that's the worst disease of love, The poor, the foul, the false, love can Admit, but not the busied man. He which hath business, and makes love, doth do S uch wrong, as when a married man doth woo.

Another oldie, from a few summers ago. I understand he no longer works there... Library bar, Thorpeness, Suffolk 'You open?' we cheerily cried at the empty room. 'Suppose so,' came the scowled reply Two pints followed soon. 'The front door’s locked, so we didn’t know if you were open.' 'That's not the front, front’s round the back can’t serve you if you don’t know that!' 'Fucking place is a dump,' he said 'the committee? They're all lemmings I wanted bands, music all night but this inbred bunch is much too tight to spend a fucking penny.' 'So,' said I, 'could you tell me why the Artisan's Cup stopped in '81?' Said he, 'I couldn’t give a fuck and you two boys are out of luck cos I’ve cashed up. It's half past eight so fuck off now or I’ll be late!” © Simon M Hunter 2010

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