your twenties in song.
Meanwhile….
It’s a rip in the bustle and a rustle in the hay
And I’ll pitch the quick fantastic,
With flings of confetti and my petticoats away up high.
It’s a very short way from the fling that’s for fun
To the thigh pressing under the table.
It’s a very short day till you’re stuck with just one
Or it has to be done on the sly.
In the meanwhile,
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed,
And there’s many a tryst
And there’s many a bed,
There’s a lot I’ll have missed
But I’ll not have been dead
When I die!
And a person should celebrate everything
Passing by…
-“The Miller’s Son,” A Little Night Music, Stephen Sondheim
-Mallory
