I Fell Down A Wishing Well

I fell down a wishing well

Swishing past bricks

And landed on soft mossy sticks, head first,

Where I found a dead fish for company.

Musty smells from somewhere under

Pulled my senses clear asunder.

I was dazed and amazed

The fish just lazed.

I sat there, reflecting

On my vain wish for a wife

That never came to life.

Being content with where I fell

In my own little wishing well.

When lusty help-shouts

Turned to hoarse whispers

And darkness fell on man and fish

I swear the stars were laughing at us

As they moved across their heavenly disk.