Last Call
Last call, last call, my friend.
This is another night at an end.
The beer, wine, and whiskey have to stop their flow.
It is almost time to close and we have to go.
I hope for tonight, you have enjoyed yourself.
Now we have to leave the bottles of hooch on the shelf.
You were someone we were so happy to serve and see.
Now we have to ask you to drive home carefully.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2021
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