a tower leaning in the winter dreary
exposed in the dark, cold day so lonely
no sun not shine
the clouds monotonouse to pass the time

no other piece of outlandish architecture
just field and farm and open pasture
what purpose doth this cylinder have
i have often wondered as i wandered this path

its sides so cheery their crystal showers do play
if only, if only the sun would turn a single ray
the tip, the top it seems, it does not stop
and it seems all day it resounds a tap

it has no door but a window or three
i am told what we see
depends on our wildest dreams, a cascading sunset for me
with sand on the beach and salt in the waves, boats upon the sea

the gloom, the doom, they have no affect on me
because i have in my backyard, what a spectacle you should see
its stupendous as you can see, enough to cheer anyones day
so if you know anyone that could use
a good cheering up, send them my way, let them see let them muse