Weariness got me squinting It seemed to be gloaming ‘Twas strange all that was happening Not sure if I was dreaming. For the noonday feigned evening It got my head aching Wondering how I reached this land Of gloom and doom; a wasteland. The inhabitants did not heed me When I spoke to them they ignored me. I sought a hut to lay my head Huts lying in ruins I found instead. But found I did what seemed a club And saw indeed, it was a pub. Now strolling in to buy some drinks I saw ‘twas filled with the strangest beings Seated at table with some drinks In hand and drank with noise making I ordered for a bottle of rum Noticing me they then kept mum. They seemed so much focused at me And with no doubt maliciously These creatures busy drinking liquor No doubt about me seemed to whisper. Like silhouette was their appearance And made my presence glow with radiance. “They must take me for an intruder For they seem mean and so sinister.” It made me squirm and start to wonder A stylish way I’ll use to scamper Out through the door from this grave danger Believe you me they made me shudder. For absent was their chest to their head And present was their belly to their feet.