As i sat at the table a looking at peas and beans
my mind went to the wind so it seamed
my friend so polished asked
guess what we will be doing this time tomorrow
"blowing off?"...and mine won't be borrowed
the mental equation seemed rough at the table
as we paused for a brief moment for a different label
in any case it seemed suitable for the food prepared in front of the eyes
a chastening after the wind could never be disguised
silence came over the room, conversation, no-one dabbled
and as I lifted myself off chair I remembered blazing saddles