Atta Girl
She took the last beer
Without asking
Not caring if he was interested
Her priority was her third
Her third beer of the morning
After all she was on vacation
What could we do
Atta Girl…
She’d made her choice
With mouths agape
We all stood there
And saw her choose the bottle
Over allegedly the love of her life
Atta Girl… May you both be happy
You and your beer
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
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