Cold Beer Takes Him To a Wrong Venue
It was not my plan to be here.
I was drawn hither by cold beer
Thither, Hell’s heat too stiff to bear
Nor should I to it flesh spare…
And, now, everywhere noise is near.
You know I don’t drink and keep fear
Noise, next full storm and life is dear.
So leave I should: try some calm rear
What do I say: came to quaff beer
Just met knife, sword, javelin and spear
And before I could quit blood-smear?
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
