Closing Time

Written a few tears ago.

Closing time is coming soon

Last call is in the air

I have a lass awaiting home

but please don't send me there

So if you please, another round

A whiskey if you will

I could use another glass of warmth

to ease this evening chill

The one I called my "little Dove"

Has been a hen of late

And what used to be her looks of love

Are now just glares of hate

So if you please, another round

I won't be any trouble

Just dont you try to send me home

until I'm seeing double

So barmaid please don't look so sour

don't try to send me home

It's for the love of you, well the place you work

That I wrote this little poem

So if you please, another round

pour a round for all the room

I could use another glass of courage

before I face my doom