Guzzling Poems - Poems about Guzzling

... When her shadow falls on yesterday, And the memory erases the hopes and dreams, Like faded stars in a warm, summer sky – Her fickle heart makes its way through the night, Breathing lonely i......Read the rest...

...Tuesday lasses we all have classes get up and go there’s no time to waste join the flow there’s no reason to wait everyone’s hustling coffee guzzling bus shuttling paper shuffling syllabus ......Read the rest...

...He plucks a pear from the tree and tosses it my way. Hands fumble, but nails sink into flesh to maintain a solid grip. He doesn't see me slip. Examine the freshness of the fruit before sinking teeth ......Read the rest...

...Incomplete metamorphosis of distilled adolescent... therefore he characterizes himself as an anomaly...any idea why? Mortified, petrified, stultified, et cetera sheltered, and mortally wounde......Read the rest...

...I'm a pirate who sways on dry land Arrr! Now from The Ship Inn I was banned A great plan I would hatch Returned wearing eye patch Beer guzzling evening back on as planned......Read the rest...

...Choose unironically ripping off a film to be ironic Choose now because then will never be enough Choose puff puff puff puff puff pass because you’ll never have enough Choose feeling guilty in the ......Read the rest...

...Here's what makes me sad, and I find it puzzling :-( How alcohol can ruin a day, but they go on guzzling!......Read the rest...

...My mam used to clean at Billy Bulson’s farm, A magical place of mystery and charm, With geese that cackled and hissed and every day. Without my mam I’d have run away As they charged with flapping......Read the rest...

...From green to white to green What a crazy mixed up scene The weatherman's all confused Methinks he's into the booze If he starts a-guzzling gin Most likely I'll be joining him Of......Read the rest...

...Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke But no man would call him their 'mate,' for you see... he was a mongrel dog who pretended to be......Read the rest...

...A slack jawed drunk thugs his way toward a down-town bar and grill. Red lights over sizzling steaks add flames to his eyes. Cincinnati on a Sunday morning trashes its streets cold wi......Read the rest...

...Bandicoot's bounce over my dead lead head. Grim the outlook, I am the grimness in my own storybook. Moods are my mannerism's. Gooey nose - a stonking flu got me now I mimic a monkey with my bu......Read the rest...

...You can't worry while you're staring at a sleeping cat. By Poet. I'm Speedy, a Persian kitty ruler with blue topaz eyes. My letter, tragically, fin......Read the rest...

...It Ended With A Kiss Marie, an oldie who'd never been kissed Longed for the feeling of kissing on lips One day she went selling kisses for free Men were put off f......Read the rest...

...Clarence Goddard, Harvey Bell, Virgil Barnes and I met for coffee every day for close to forty years. I was a school janitor...Virgil was a farmer...Harvey ran the lumber yard, and... Clarence manag......Read the rest...