As the rain trickles down upon the narrow screen,

Allan’s noggin nods to fiddles from Erin green.

Sparkling melody puts a little snap in step

As he dreams of lilting air in his solemn prep.

As he ponders life’s vicissitudes in flora,

The dainty daisy flash dances with its aura.

“The Hall of The Mountain King” sends him into turmoil

As his depression froths into eruption royal.

Hair frazzled in euphoria in solitude.

It is ambrosia to inner muse to exude.