Beer and Boss
I always drink with office-mates on a Friday,
As darn boss' curses and deadlines stink
That nasty Adolf-skunk makes life tedious
Oh happy hours at seven are the elixirs
When RootHouse becomes a drinker's haven.
With fifteen real ales from a barrel.
And we work our way round to a dig
Roaring a good laugh, joking about the Boss,
By midnight we're all drowning like zombies
Still, we finish the last, freaking round;
By then, I feel this tummy rumbling, rumbling
Until, I blow into pieces--in a barf
Now, it's me, all wet, the night's stinker!
Stink Contest: sponsored by Anthony Slausen
Sept 25, 2016
Copyright © Carly Lalion | Year Posted 2016
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