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Tipples

Drink your potion 

Followers

You swallowers of pride

Cause a rift, cause a commotion

But never let the least emotion

Get in the way of a great promotion

 2 for 1 on the latest lotion

Life is lived in blurred slow motion

With matted mouth and the smallest notion

You can't beat this 

Dote on 

Choke on

Smoke on

Token

Wallow

And float on

 

Drink your potion petal

Drink your potion flower

It is possible to get much lower

It is not quite the witching hour

You have super human power

 

There's nothing left but inebriation

Get on board with the least temptation

Tomorrow morning is an old sensation

Cheers to all this deprivation

Drink your poison princess

You're the most enigmatic by far

It's not too late for the late night bar

And some sobersillious has a car

 

Have a dance you know you're able

And sweep all the dregs off the other table

You're not an annoyance you're next week's fable

You're not too wrecked you're the only one stable

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And anyway it's such a laugh when you fall down

 

There's got to be somewhere else 

Open in town

Drink your medicine 

Busy your hands

Breaking promises

Making plans

The fate of the huddle is in your command

Surely someone has contraband?

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This road is cuddly to be fair

I'm not going anywhere

I've had enough

I've done my best

I just need a tiny little rest

Take me bag, take me gear

Come back for me tomorrow

 I'm sleeping here

 

Booze

◄ Ode to The Hairdressers

Quoth Both ►

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Cathy Crabb

Wed 2nd Apr 2014 11:47

Thank you you's. I am pleased with the meter of this, it staggers like the protagonist.

Sadly Solar, this is more an ode to my weak willed guzzling than a comment on the drain of the emergency services (and since you are of the stellar persuasion did you know that everything is worse for those on the over-festive frontline when it is a full moon?)though I can tell you no paramedic was pestered during the writing of this poem!

<Deleted User> (6895)

Wed 5th Mar 2014 11:22

absolutely fantaz!xx

<Deleted User> (9882)

Tue 4th Mar 2014 15:32

poetically brilliant dig at the bingers!
who must cost this country,when it comes to the emergency services having to deal with them,an ABSOLUTE bomb!

Loved it!x

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