Cold Duck On Da Floor
Hic, burp, dadgumit
Weared dat cocktail napkin go
Wanted ta git 'er phone numbr
Ineabriated pen fell to da floor,
Taking da napkin, too
Ah, well, I’ll jest go over ta that fine lady
Oops! Freakin’ pen rolled neath ma feet
Crash! Yep, write on da floor I set
Oh no, she’s a-lookin’ my way
At dis humbling floor display
I wave; she smiles
But wen I git ta my feet, she’s gone
Blasted fallin’-doun-drunk pen led me on
No moore goose chases fer me
Bartender, Ill take ma Cold Duck on da floor
*For Elliot’s “Drink Drunken Pen Drink” contest
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