…lush…
First thing in the morn,
After a night full of porn,
This wrinkled old fart does take a shot of corn…
Hey don’t be for him forlorn,
I give to you just in case a thought to warn,
This lush is nothing for you to mourn…
Drinks his liquor corn in the night and in the morn,
His liver is pickled, his bladder never to be reborn,
This wrinkled old lush can only be by us scorned…
© ed ~ 9/7/06
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That corn liquer will definitely kick some serious booty. Thanks for the chuckles this AM dude.
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
P.S. Oh, I almost forgot HEY RUFUS!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love Tinka
These days, I think I drink far more Prune Juice than old Jim Beam
As we get older, bein 'regular' is better than being buzzed it seems!
PS You better stock up on prune juice yourself; you ain't no spring chicken now either, 'little' brother.
Funny how satire can have some serious undertones and makes us see life differently.
Thanks,
Susan
Tweren't for the hangovers. . .hmmmmmmm. Never had corn liquor --
hyar in 'ese parts, 'ey spell it likker. Go easy, 'k? Happy
Day-z, 'Pea' <3