The morning light blazed through the blinds
Enlighting her bonny hair until it shined
I stared groggily at what I did not expect
A beautiful girl, with hands around my neck
My head swimming with ill fantasies
Remnants from our frothing barley brew
In that candescent dawn I found not my fanny
I have dreamt and wrote so often about
I found instead the sweet girl Jessime
An angel; that I have no doubt
As we laid throughout the day
I forget all the mistakes once made
Even when other things needed done
I would do it again, and have more fun
