Sunday, November 19, 2006

A poem about being drunk

Drink9Starkle, starkle little twink,

who da hell you are i think.

I'm not as drunk

as some thinkle peep I am.

Besides I've only had tee martoonies

and all day sober to Sunday up in.

I fool so feelish,

i don't know whos me yet,

but the drunker I sit here,

the longer I get.

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1 comment:

Lenox said...

My mother had a version of this:

Starkle starkle, little twink
Who the hell you am, I think.
I'm not under the affluence of incohol,
Though some tinkle peep I am