Christopher Bunton Poet Couplet

Drinking Absinthe

Drinking absinthe the color green,
snuck from Ireland in a bag unseen.

Dreams of faeries in my green bean patch,
chasing leprechauns I never can catch.

Into a cave, where St. Patrick sat,
on a rock, stroking an old fuzzy cat.

"What's up, Pat!"  I said with a slur.
"You know" He said "Drink is not your cure."

"Well, Pat." I slurred.  "It will work for now."
"Gotta go, I lost my bottle some how."

Back to the porch, I stumbled and crawled.
To awaken alone, with photos sprawled.



For the "Irish poem" contest

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Richard Lamoureux February 11, 2013 at 7:24 AM I predict a high placement in Isaiah's contest. You did a good job of brining all the elements together. Masterful job. Christopher Bunton February 15, 2013 at 8:56 PM Thank You!

Harry Horsman January 25, 2013 at 3:32 PM this is really good, and a wonderful entry in to the comp.... Christopher Bunton January 25, 2013 at 5:32 PM Thank you! :)