Sleep Walker

Dionysus, I invited you over today to clear a charge put upon me.

I know you are the Greek god of wine and the master of fertility.

Although, you know nothing about me or any of my silly ways.

It is pertinent that I entertain you, so that I may live for many days.

I am a creature of my belonging, a shoemaker by hand.

If that is not crazy enough, I will show you to make you understand.

I drink a glass of wine each day, and I’m sure you need one now.

Several glasses I will feed you before you have to sit down.

Once you sat down and remove your shoes to get very comfortable.

I will snip and remove your pinky toe, that will be inevitable.

You will be so drunk that I promise you will not feel a thing.

And to keep the room lively enough, I work and I sing.

As I am singing, I made some shoes, for a man that has four toes.

And as you come out of your drunken stupor, my hospitality shows.

I will walk you to the door, with your brand new shoes on.

You will chuckle, we will fist bump knuckles, and all my charges will be gone.