In hallowed halls of beer and wine
Where songs of old do so beguile
There let us foray and determine
What beauties we would want to draw in
Through verse and lilt, rough as is right
Deep and rich, issued forth and far
Those beauties stand not a snowflake's chance
When passion plays disguise carnal sin
Onward then, unto the damsels
The fairer sex shall know what's fair
With flow'ry onslaught we shall win them
With manners bold and debonair
No cheap cologne to mask our musk
No green bills flung to prove our worth
The very essence of who we are
Will shine through with our 'devil may care'
A mater's nightly marish vision
Of roguish smiles and wistful grins
Where 'tis their daughter who's the maiden
Enchanted thus and prone to faint
Pray tell, in all honesty, squire
Who could reproach swooning lasses
For falling charmed before smiles and arms,
Of mirthful knaves, malapropos saints?
None, of course, for it's their fate
To be beleaguered thus and be our game
A free-for-all of hunters and prey
In this wilderness of hearts aflame
So let passions and shoulders be bared,
As we rise to intimate endeavours
Such raucous romps, all sweat and frenzy
Entranced by the new moon's wild claims
Collab with nathensurman for silentwriters