Last of the Brood
Here lies the last of the brood
Though always sloshed, never rude
Fame and fortune eluded him
So, he filled himself up to the brim
Always there when we would call
He died from drinking alcohol.
written February 26, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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