There’s young girls and women
All frantically slimming
Perhaps they’re all seeking a mate
But blokes around here
Full of burgers and beer
Are ugly or well overweight
They wear their beer goggles
And when their mind boggles
They ask some old trout on a date
One snuck down an ally
With hideous Sally
Who offered herself on a plate
He fell off the wagon
And entered the dragon
Which meant a lot more than a date
She soon had a grumble
About that drunk fumble
‘You should have been careful... I’m late!’
That drunk was no baddie
But now he’s a daddy
He wasn’t expecting that fate
But fellas who wink
As they swig down a drink
Make dads who will soon abdicate
So put down your salad
For this is no ballad
And the blokes around here ain’t that great
On a roll again, fell off the wagon for a bit
A wee glitch, no idea why garbage I did emit
Well I'm over it now
No more nonsense I vow
Strictly perfection as usual, really no ****!
Back on track, fell off the wagon for a bit
The break did me good, gave me a lift
Didn't suffer weight wise
Same slender thighs
Onward and upward didn't go too far adrift
Hello, Baub. This is froufrou, I fell off the wagon. What do I do? I’m hanging all over this tree and I’m, so high I cannot see. Frou, I am on my way, so just let go. You have the adorning! One day at a time. We will pick up the pieces in the morning. 12/20/2016
I did not write for many years;
Nay! I ne'er penned a verse!
I was too consumed by fears:
The kind that cripple first...
Ev'ry thought was coarse- was terse!
A concrete Heart about to burst!-
Devoured by Dragons when I fell off the wagon-
Please, stop reading, and call me a hearse!
*"Writing" Contest Entry*
i remember those nights,
you showed up with your Russian haired hood,
it was as the restaurant at the end of the world,
more like a diner;
you don't remember,
you weren't always there.
it was the night i fell off the wagon;
the lady in red,
riding hood, you remember?--
the cloak and dagger ramble?
the first night i said, 'i love you,' in anger;
the next day you were all perturbed,
as you told me a few days later...
there were too many zombies
out on friday nights,
when we had our dates,
so i don't remember.
but i remember now,
i went there without you...
a darkish red reminded me of my nights with you,
a glowish fire over the surroundings,
that glowed a blue, on nights before,
but red with you.
you added an ember to my idleness.
i want to go on a roadtrip.
this is all a little premature;
any given night is not the same
when we just go on random
on a trip that never plans.
i have too much to say...
what i see,
to show you without
with you...
i had a lot more to say
'sgood i forgot.
so i don't ruin then, now.
i'm there without you.
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