Let the Weekend Begin
Young Sally’s on the town with friend Kurt
'Let the weekend be GIN’s' on her shirt
They both hit the bottle
Drink gin at full throttle
Both plastered, boozy heads will sure hurt
Sal’s stomach is gurgling and churning
Wide awake, she’s tossing and turning
Noise drills into her brain
Kurt’s snoring like a train
For shut-eye poor Sally’s now yearning!
Sleepless Old Or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
06/13/20
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