26 September 2012

The House Made of Sand

Once upon a time in a faraway land
There lived an old man in a house made of sand

Twice every year he would walk into town
He'd walk with his dog who'd bounce up and down

He'd buy bread cheese and beans, and a big side of meat
And a strange smelling cream that he'd use for his feet

He'd curse and he'd swear as he kicked through the dust
He'd mutter at people and glare with mistrust

As he stomped down the town to the end of the street
To his favourite pub where the barman he'd greet

An old friendly face that he's known for years
They'd joke and he'd laugh 'till their eyes were in tears

Then when beer was all drunk and the sun had gone down
He would laugh and he'd sing as he waltzed out of town