I mulled over
a pitcher of wine
to wash away
this bucket of tears
And then maybe
I'll look for a pint
good ole lager
to muffle the years
Wise men sayeth
best ye can find
whiskey bottled
Scottish well poured
Dappled beauties
by dozens they come
pick another
have a night on the town.
Jim, Jack and Johnnie
are now my best friends
Bud and Samuel
to chase them all down.
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