Tipple
My cider comes from Somerset,
I likes it coz it's strong.
Tis made from apples good and sweet,
wiv flavours thats a real treat.
What's more I likes to drink it neat.
I likes it 'cos it's strong.
My world ish shwimming all around,
my legs is wobbly and unsound,
I think I'll sit down on the ground.
Black coffee, please. And strong!
~
For Heather's Competition.
Copyright © Charles Clive | Year Posted 2013
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