Anacreon’s Relaxation

A poem about relaxing written in Anacreontics meter.

It’s a calming thing I need now
For a rough and tumble work day
A relaxing kind of past time
To prevent my mind from meltin’ down
In my head, isles cool and peaceful
Sittin’ round the bar at some bay
Sit a spell and drink some white wine
Quiet times of games and hushed tunes
Is all good for life and for soul
So I sleep beneath tonight’s moon