Ma Settled For Whiskey Sour
That's right little ole lady
it's here once again
your birthday is back
so let your aches
settle in
What to get you,
something old or new
you kissed my cheek
and said,
your love will do
But to get a gift
is not just for you
when the one
watching you open it
gets excited to
So i went for a walk
and i wandered about
i kicked this old liquor
bottle and a genie
came out
As shocked, startled
and as scared as
i was this gift would
be perfect for the
woman i love
So i scooped
the genie and the
three wishes up
i ran all the way home
while shaking him up
Sitting the bottle
on the kitchen counter
i unscrewed the cap
and never smelt
anything fouler
The bottle fell over
and the genie rolled out
he got back to his feet
when he then passed
out
All i could do
was laugh at the genie
now pittiful and drunk
just needing some
sleepy
So now at this point
there is nothing
i can do
so i went to moma
and said, "pick a hand
One or Two"
The drunken genie man
was the hand she picked
so i handed her the hand
with the half full bottle
and told ger to
wash him down quick
with this foul smelling
whiskey sour
Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2018
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