Short Flagon Poems
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She drank a flagon of cider
Whilst hubby sat down beside her
When she broke wind
It did not offend
He just shrugged, "Where can I hide her?"
Hagrid had an egg on his table
And according to the told fable
It hatched a male dragon
He drank a large flagon
Then he named it Norbert not Mabel
Painted dragon
walleye graphics
Crushing traffic
Plasma flagon
Paisley flower
Common hours
11/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Guinness Interruptus
The sweet lass he was chasing was Finnish
but like Popeye he needed his spinach
to build up his strength
in longing and length
so he stopped for a flagon of Guinness
3/14/2017
submitted to – Luck of the Irish Limerick Contest
Grog
Gulping down a flagon
Gives one a gibbous glow.
Gather 'round ye hardies,
Grab one and have a go.
Ghostly foam and farting
Gnomes bilge one gushing flow.
Garish gaffe...drinking Grog!
deborah burch©12/4/2016
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Form: Pleiades
When I was all of twenty
I sipped the wine of plenty
But it went straight to my head
When I was all of thirty
The wine just tasted dirty
So I switched to rum instead
When I was all of forty
Got drunk and feeling sporty
I'd turn on the wit and charm
When I was all of fifty
Not feeling very nifty
I just dealt with all the harm
Walking the riverside, the rain stopped, the sun reappeared.
Weaving thru the weeds came the dragonfly.
A trembling shimmer of gauzy wings.
Darting electric blues,greens and bronze
In a crazy zig-zag dance.
Droplets clung to rain-splashed leaves.
A mosaic of life-nature's multitude.
The dragonfly bustled with fingertip precision.
Gathering fragments of gold,
It sped away,
A life in a day!
The Tyburn wagon halts at every inn.
Tight stinking alleys
cobblestones and gin.
The condemned drink their fill,
none fear falling ill.
Harlots cackle and screech
the condemned grow horny.
The Hanging Tree accommodates
three at a time.
Six limbs a’ waving,
bladders and bowels voiding
- drink now to the dangling.
A canting debauchery
spends its copper penny.
Hungover Londoners swear
‘off the wagon,’
but look here comes another:
Pass the flagon!