Poem I

Small sips,
this glass must last
an hour.
My budget to maintain.

Great gulps
would former hold
my time.
A wallet loose like lips

tall talk
when beer breezes.
Seconds
drank down to entertain.

While former I’d get off my tits
I now just drink small sips.

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One comment

  1. Hattie Grylls · September 2, 2016

    this is excellent

    Liked by 1 person

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