For yet my supper settles seldom
Before I am bent off
Down it is wolfed sure enough
And chased with Vodka Smirnoff
But sure as I have steeped a swig
All else is set a clamor
My wife has figures to score
And is calling due her dower
My tongue is shy and fat
My mind prudently dimwitted
My scolding is ferocious
Her accusations well fitted
The concrete in my sullied stomach
Beckons another dampening drink
Just as my silky sable sultan
Is ordering me to the serpent shrink
With another one tipped back
I scamper towards the door
Anon I light a cigarette
And hear of her no more
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A/N:
Probably the most important note in the history of author's notes: No, the wife referenced above is not my wife! And I do not smoke cigarettes, nor do i drink vodka. But i do love a cigar and an IPA.
Probst,
-DarthPadre
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