The Gift

CG snuck up

To the snorin' hammock

He was snoozin'

Having drunk, more than a cup.

A bottle in hand

She stood next to him

Quietly she kept it, turnin'

Her eyes on a book did land.

Her face turned red

She stood still

Clenchin' her teeth

Wake up time, out of his bed.

She pull off the cork

Tipped up his hat

Poured hard from the bottle

Sure it hurt like a pitchfork.

He woke with a shout

The hammock tipped out

'The History' and him

Both had the air knocked out.

"Remove that picture of my mare!"

Shouting she walked off to elsewhere.