Hit the Bottle

When I'm feeling blue all hours of twenty four And my spirit is hanging down to the floor, To lift up my spirit I just hug as I always do To a dandy bottle of rum and Miss Mary Lou. For a long time now when I feel kind of blue Like a hole in the sole of my worn-out shoe and my spirit’s worn like my threadbare shirt, I cuddle a bottle of Gin and Miss Sally Schwert. Weary of the world’s affairs, travails of life The taunts, the teases, the deception of wife, So I clutch close to my heart, as I always do A fine bottle of brandy and Miss Sandy Sue. ~04/05/23 ~Contest: Simply Poetry#2 ~Sponsor: John lawless