Surface To Air Missive Landing Safely
I was feeling very bold, bearing out the dark and cold
Only to be put to shame
So I breached that wooded lane
Pushing through such muddy mess
You'd a thought you were standing still
Opposition mounted fast, that old man wouldn't fill my glass
Though I had a few, its neight here nor there
I must know whats calling me
So I left them in my dust
By the time that buzz had faded
I had found myself closed in
By a wall of undergrowth
Ten feet high and ten feet thick
So I gunned it throught that bush
Landing safely on the lawn
Old man you better pick up your jaw