A Big Rowdy Drunk
There once was a prizefighting cop named Mick
Whose two fists flew furiously quick
He saw a big rowdy drunk
Whose awful breath really stunk
Mick flashed his badge, then took out his nightstick
But that drunk was truly a great poet
And his whiskey-fueled lips really showed it:
"Hey, cop, watch my lips
As I rotate my hips
~ You're a mite light, and everyone knows it"
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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