Free Cee Whiskey and Mum

she drinks her scotch early in the morn and sips her warmed brandy when the moon is born she blames her problems on me and mine but like the brightest star the lady has a way to shine she illuminates my bedroom with a smile bright a smile that stinks of whiskey and rum at twilight she keeps blaming me because i ain't no millionaire and if you ask me that just isn't fair by nine P.M. she's blind and can barely speak but still her beauty leaves me weak i declare that her protestations aren't the least bit fair but the lady's always too drunk to care so it's scotch, brandy, whiskey and rum by eight past two a.m. she remains mum that's when she runs out of excuses she blames on me but by four a.m. she gives her wares away for free (2012) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~