Robert Pettit Poet Rhyme

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.

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Gershon Wolf April 1, 2021 at 10:28 AM No rules, I see, about designated drivers in poetry... Bottoms up! Cheers, gw

Gordon Mcconnell March 31, 2021 at 1:14 PM Good piece Robert with sensible advice too, like your rhyme and flow too. Blessings, Gordon

Carolyn Devonshire March 31, 2021 at 1:06 PM A gentle reminder that drinking before driving can be fatal. Sounds like you have a nice neighborhood bar, Robert! Hugs, Carolyn

Mystic Rose Rose March 31, 2021 at 12:06 PM Yes drinking and driving don't mix, better leave them on the shelf , nice write Robert.

Sara Kendrick March 31, 2021 at 7:25 AM Good rhythm, rhyme and flow to this unique work about drinking and driving. I wonder if doing a sobriety test is used at any bars, clubs and other drinking establishments to help prevent drunk driving? Your visit to my page was timely for me. Sara