Alchemisland

I am a man of little virtue

On a grain of rice fit all I knew

Wearing ignorance like a well-fitted shoe

Thought Waterloo was something you abluted into

Humble office, not a mosque, ye needn’t remove shoes

Turns out it was an important battle, to me that’s new

I was perhaps dropped often, my contused brain bruised blue bred confusion

Even when I am dropped off at the door I lose my way like a boozehound.