The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

A Nickel In My Ear a Dime On My Head

A nickel in my ear,
A dime on my head.
Two quarters in my nostrils.
The dollars are all dead.

A page in my arm.
The rest of the book never found.
You’ve been busy dear
All I’ve done is fool around.

A token in my pipe.
Empty penny slot next to my head.
Golden goose is laying hard.
The dollars are all dead.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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