B Movie Horror
once
as i was
being an adult
of responsibility
i took my
grandson of
six to a bar be
cause they made
great sand
wiches which
is why we were
there not for drink
the friar
tuck of a
bartender
made easy
friends with
my pooh bear
young one who
said my mother is
going to
have a baby
as he watched
the man's jolly jelly
belly bounce
as he laughed
but the man said
son i'm just fat from
drinking
too many
beers as he
laughed some
more
prompting
from out of the
mouth's of babes
so
are you
going to have
a beer baby
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