Cheers

A Street Bar,
A Poet Bar,
No, it is a Pigeon Bar.

Pigeons are all around, me
Inside the Bar, outside the Bar.
Drinking my Beer, eating my Peanuts.

I am at the edge,
close to the Street,
watching Girls coming down
the very steep Street.

I gripped my bottle of Beer, and cheer
to them.

No one cheers back
to me.

The late evening Autumn drift wind
is coming up, mild and
gentle, likes the young girls' glitterings.

Cheer to the lovely young ladies,
Cheers!

Someone is laughing very loudly,
Of course, because they feel happy.

Cheers, cheers to all these laughters,
Cos they are happy.
Cheers!