Tom Quigley Poet Rhyme

A Beer Baby On the Prowl

Jiggle up to the bar
Peanuts from the jar
Face unkempt lawn
Puffed cheeks wan
Sees her there
Averted stare
She must aim higher
Too much required
Move along, move along
Same old song.

Buddies commiserate
Brewskis alleviate
Sugar-free Jell-O
For soul of this fellow
Work is enough
Life’s so tough
Don’t really need more
Like the one at the store
Polite smile, “Hey,”
Then looked away.

What do they want?
Just thin guys who flaunt.
Understand misunderstood.
Deep down, he’s so good
Thinks he could make you happy
Give a chance, you’ll see
What do they have, I don't?
Or what they do, he won't.
Thinks he’ll get it together soon
Under the right moon.

3/9/16

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Lin Lane March 9, 2016 at 12:24 PM Maybe he has it together and is patronizing the wrong bar...lol Have another on this good one, Tom. Tom Quigley March 9, 2016 at 3:22 PM Ha! One could say yes, by definition. But therein lies the problem...