OAP Solstice party

We dance in woad and little else
We merry folk all come and sing
among the stones of memories
whatever the weather brings

Maybe a robe for pleasantries
to hide the bits that sway and sag
the middle ages do not mind
They keep away from bags

Just watch your cheek young man
yes bag i am. but never mind
to say hello, goodbye to solstice sun
I still celebrate with the younger kind

I will sit and watch in my deck chair
as they dance and sing and play the drums
I wink at a man, his bottom is blue!
wake me at lunch i do declare.

have a mead i say, its chilled
in my thermos flask that is woad blue
in a nice tea cup that i have brought
i may have more than two.