Blunderbuss

Son of a Blunderbuss With such a pretty soul He sings like Venus to me Terrible and strange It’s a different kind of love He knows me in and out He sings like Venus and He’s gone before the dawn. Son of a Blunderbuss Yet still, so patient is he Caring talons and A beak I’ve made my home It’s a different kind of love He knows my truest name I told him weeping, and He left me on my own. --- Illustrated by Casinovision: