My brewers’ barrel sprung a leak
The ale flowed down the casket
A bird sat chirping on the rim
I had no need to ask it.
You pecked away to get a drink
Your thirst misplaced I feared
Your flight so shoogly, your song off key:
“Don’t fly when you ‘re impaired.”
The Barrel and the Bird
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Continued success~
Barbara J.Henry
Be always safe,
Karen