Toast the Strumpet, Fortune
Used to call him ‘half-pint’
He was a sawed-off runt
He’d down his drink in seconds
Then he’d burp and grunt
Manners had he zero
He’d grown up down and out
Roughest patch was X-mas Time
All alone, he’d bawl and pout
But then came New Year’s Day
when this runt became a king
He’d toast the Strumpet, Fortune
removing her g-string…
In the morning he’d awaken
and reach for his good luck
But he’d clutch an empty pillow
~ back seat of a pick-up truck
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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