POEM: The Night At The Local Watering Hole Before Christmas
This was regurgitated for the CPC Magic Monday poetry challenge. Host Diane’s theme is, naturally, the night before Christmas.
THE NIGHT AT THE LOCAL WATERING HOLE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the joint,
all the patrons were stirring while their insides anoint.
The sports odds were writ on the blackboard with care,
while in front some rank drunkard stood with a blank stare.
Momma Cass in a photo hung over the tap,
while I opened a bottle and discarded the cap.
When up on the roof Rambling Rose caused such a clatter
when she slipped in a pool of some alcohol matter.
Now dazed, with old Harold Jones nuzzling her lewdly
in the dumpster outside, she protested quite loudly.
Then laying a clenched fist right into his nose,
and turning around, up from dumpster Rose rose!
The streetlight which cast on the new fallen Rose
showed the luster of garbage from her head to toes.
And I heard her exclaim as she staggered from sight,
“all you tight mother@#$%^s can kiss my lily white!”
Copyright December 24th 2012 RGD
Merry Christmas!
Too funny…holiday cheer is a good thing!
Excellent even here Bob .. Happy Holidays Be Blessed ..