The Bottle On The Shelf
by Buddy Quinn
Monday, December 02, 2002
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I once knew a fellow,
who reminded me of myself.
He had a craving for the contents,
of the bottle on the shelf.
It filled him full of courage,
and turned his nerves to steel.
Why, he could whip a wildcat,
nine foot tall it made him feel.
He said he could easily whip a dozen,
and never get a scratch,
and no living man or beast,
could ever be his match.
Well, he lived with this illusion,
just damn near all his life,
till he got clobbered and I mean really clobbered,
by his one hundred pound wife.
© Doyle R Quinn I 1965
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