A hundred million Toffees..

The sound of the pleasant raspy saxophone
been through the test of time,
From a screechy old Gramophone,
A shot of tequila with a pinch of salt and a little of  lime.

A million little stars  on a clear sky with  no cloud,
seen through the broken roof of an old bungalow,
lying on an old piano covered in a dusty white shroud.

An Old book  and  A cup of  hot coffee,
The sound of the rain water hitting the roof,
Ah! Feels like I have eaten a hundred million Toffees.