Samuel Adams
The mug of beer
Teeters on the ledge
Of the sill as if
The girl on the edge
Distracted and shattered
By a lighting bolt
Through the broken glass
Is purely a dolt
The foam is frothy
Half full and still
The feeling of emptiness
Promises to thrill.
Every sip excites
The neurons of mind
One more gulp and
I’ll soon unwind
1 comment:
Cheers!
A good one!
-lauren
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