Confessions To a Bartender

Can you take my order now if you please? Orange liquor would definitely do the trick. Now don’t go away for my tale is not a tease. Frankly no one listens. I make them sick. Every word I say each day of my life. Sings of rhyme to an amazing flair, Sessions that I do speak flows to rife. I asked an elf to give me a poetic fair. Oh you know how mischief they can be. Now I honestly have a problem, you can see. Saying rhymes constantly is not an esprit. Tell me bartender have you seen a pixie. Oh please say that you have even if it’s risky. A real one if you please not just any nixie. Bartender bring me a Jack and Coke, I crave. Another chance I need, another wish to plead. Really, really this story is true, I swear on my grave. To tell a lie, it would make me fall down of my lead. Elves are everywhere; they give wishes, this I know. Now you might think I am drunk, or need to let go. Dear bartender you are a psychological pro. Earnestly you know this is not a fantasy to outgrow. Remember the ghost last week that won the game show. written for Sponsor Natalie :) The Rogue Rhymer Contest Name Confessions to a bartender