I Cannot Serve You
He bellied up to the bar
All cuddly-wuddly thought the barkeep
He ignored the pup
The pup began to whine
I cannot serve you! The barkeep said
You are a baby
The puppy showed him ID
It said he was twenty-six years old
Sorry, the barkeep apologized.
Afterall, it was his picture
I’d like a pint the puppy barked.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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