Fwedasetch

Fwedasetch Blues 

 

Fwedasetch Blues

In need of new shoes

For all the walked miles

That have brought me here

To some old place

Far off the beaten

 

Garadou Quoss

A reckless fool

If ever was

On a long journey

Filled with

Some adventure

And much of much

Aching of the soul

And the heart

 

Nay not only his

But theirs as well

For Garadou

Though not a handsome one

Had intrigued and such

His share of a few

 

And ever was there

An ugly end

As he would not bend

In the right right way

 

Now here he came

To Fwedasetch

Singing of the blue

Poor poor Garadou

Would never he learn

 

Roggon Quiss

 

Something about something, taken and turned, then made to be, or set the least, to be something else.

Tomorrow.

 

Charles Petrie