The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Hold My Beer

Hold my beer, 
While I start the fire, 
Don't spill a drop, 
Or I'll cry, 
That cold refreshed taste, 
The bitterness on your tongue, 
Letting it slide down your pipe whole, 
Ooooh ya that's the one,
Hold my beer, 
While I find a seat, 
The beautiful flames, 
Just missing my feet, 
The sky so dark, 
Stars shining bright, 
Give me my beer back, 
Before I start to bite, 
Wait a bit, 
Hold my beer again, 
Time to drain the lizard, 
So I can fill up again, 
I believe I'm on number five, 
or maybe ten, 
I'm just enjoying my night, 
While someone else is holding my beer again...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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