Allouette Contest Reject
Drinking in a bar,
I was! I...were?...are?
What's this 'fore my vision, blurred?
Say, she's kinda cute -
each fair attribute.
Soon my slurring words are heard,
"You have lubbly hair!"
"You're not looking there,
and don't spill that on my lap."
To clean up, I knelt,
Whereupon, I felt
on my face, another slap.
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