About Bottles of Beer In the Wall
There are drunks in the parking lot of the mall.
They keep singing about bottles of beer in the wall.
No longer am I able to stand it all.
These bums don’t sound like a choir to me.
They are chanting out of tune, and a bit off key.
Nobody will ever call this stuff harmony.
At ninety-nine is where this group started.
With all of that gas, a few of them farted.
After these characters finish guzzling their beer,
they are leaving all the empty bottles around here.
With all the broken glass, we must watch where we step.
In each of their throats, may they get a big dose of Strep.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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