Wet Bar Poems - Poems about Wet Bar

...Whatever happened to the five-cent cigar Hah! Found one! Right next to the plastic pink flamingo ~ underneath my wet bar......Read the rest...

...Came from Baltimore by Pigtown Where they like to lay the law down. He rebelled against the ground rule. Had to grow up in reform school. Got acquainted with a curveball Dealing pepper by the ch......Read the rest...

...They drank too much at a watering hole Three gals lost their wits, went out of control Men ogled and flirted Desires so perverted The girls checked out before meeting each troll But ......Read the rest...

...Wanting to speak, but having nothing to say. Wanting to stand for something, but finding nothing to fight for. Was anything accomplished when I lay my head down for the day? Or did it open and close......Read the rest...

...I have kept all my stories, since the day I was born Safe in a jar, some new and some worn I will pour out a few, to use as my muse When the light bulb denys me, or my pen has no use Battered, ......Read the rest...

...I have stored flights of fancy, since the day I was born There's a place in the cabinet, filled with all of my schemes Battered, and chipped, and dusty with childhood Cups filled to the br......Read the rest...