In Lieu of Optimism.

Where should I look

While searching for

The Giant Onion Tree?

I think it’s big

And smelly and

A somewhat rarity.

I’ve asked my friends

But they just say

“This really is too bad.

You’ve gone and lost

The plot, old boy

You’ve gone completely mad.”

Well if I have,

That’s fine by me

There’s nothing more to seek

I’m far too old

To be so bold

As contemplate next week

Or ladies fair

Or prospects rare

Adventures pass me by

I might as well

Be mad as hell

And sulk until I die