To whom it may concern
I held a party and nobody came.
Strangely I was upset.
Poured out a drink and then Birkworth approached
saying ‘Have no regrets.
Maybe your gentle friends had some delay.
Don’t try to take on the world.’
Made up my bed and decided to sleep,
dreaming I was awake.
Maybe I drank in excess of my drink.
Nice clan, cordial crowd.
Birkworth suggested we sleep through the night.
I never knew him so well.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.