Short Beery Poems

Beery Biker

After one too many beers
in the wee hours of the night,
I whizzed around town on my
motorbike, feeling light.


I zoomed into dim sidestreets
and who or what did I meet?
Deep potholes, like drunk hobos,
recklessly crossing the street!


But nastier than potholes,
the pavement was a different case.
It leaped and stood bolt upright
and slammed hard against my face !!