Saturday, July 12, 2008

Happy Hour, A 100 Word Poem

Bourbon is my favorite drink
Mix it with ice at the kitchen sink
I sip and I swallow and try not to think
About my poor life perched on the brink
One too many and it seems in a blink
My persona is that of some missing link
With the guys I will fight at the girls I will wink
Angry one minute the next tickled pink
Always quite sure that my shit don’t stink
The whole damn time I act like a fink
I drop in more ice with a splash and a clink
Bourbon is my favorite drink



At July 16, 2008 6:52 PM, Blogger Elisson said...

You're getting damn good at these!

At July 16, 2008 6:57 PM, Blogger K-nine said...

Grand praise from the master!


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