Fluffy Drinks
I sit at the bar silently,
but listen closely to many conversations around me.
I hear the pilot in for the weekend story,
the astronaut-in-training story,
the millionaire story,
the I'm really not married story.
I drink down my beer and chuckle at the stories
being thrown around like a pair of dirty socks.
If only some of the stories would/could be true,
I would gladly buy them all a shot and a beer.
Unfortunately, my money still sits in my pocket.
I raise my glass to fluff in bars everywhere!
For "Fluff" contest sponsored by Carol Brown.
Copyright © George Aul | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment