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Happy Hour
I received a vintage bottle
of wine, from a time gone past;
each time it tastes much sweeter
erasing "quick"! The drop 'twas last.
~
At the present, I'm indulging
my parched throat to a stout, ale "gift";
'twas from my hairdresser/mechanic,
guess she thought I needed a lift.
~
As I "age" my own proclivity
has me leaning away from beer,
and wine's too tempermental
causing a melancholy tear.
~
So, in my up & coming future
sour mash whiskey will do, "fine";
it's strength will erase that taste of ale,
not to mention, that sugary wine!
~
For in life's grandest scheme of things
I am no "quitter", won't even try;
hence, I'm forever cursed
to take libations "til I die !
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Oh ! PLluuuusssssssssssss.....there is no "denile" prevailent, in my family tree !
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Direction:
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
judyanne
13 years 1 month ago
lol doc
i 'take libations' every now and then, then i have 'the day after' to remind myself why i don't 'take libations'
this is fun
but i found it a bit offputting having it spread down the page as it is
i think it would have better timing if made into simple quatrains
nice rhythm and rhyme
love judy
xxx
docmaverick
13 years 1 month ago
Well, dearest Judy....
...I've made said adjustment, and I both concur, and I've corrected. Thanx for your kind words, and feedback.
Greatly appreciated;
sincerely,
doc.