Stale Vermouth
Dismay that I am so blithely uncouth
As to bluntly say what is on my mind,
So, I shall blame the stale vermouth.
Dismay that I am so bitterly uncouth
To go through life with this sad truth,
It is necessary, I admit, for me to find
Dismay that I am so blithely uncouth,
As to bluntly say what is on my mind.
written October 15, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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