Mr Bartender
Oh dear friend of mine
I need to tell you about me and my wine
It always goes down so smooth
All of my cares it does soothe
Then when I go home
To my frig I do roam
Inside another bottle of wine does set
So needless to say another glass I get
Then my eyes starch to blurling
Ants my worchs starch to slurching
Jist wunch I tellch waach agret friegs zha ares
Angs jist menbers thizisg way i donst goes ta bars
Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2011
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