Good Friends

I brought two friend to share my fire,

To crack a joke or two;

I kissed one friend, and smacked my lips,

And sighed, as lovers do.

And never think, when I had slept

And ,walking, found them gone-

That I abused my absent friends,

To find myself alone.

Now, shall I call my friends by name,

That shared this fire of mine?

Well, one was called ' Young Walnuts', and

The other was 'Old Wine'.