About a person who makes his own beer


Here in the beer garden,
Just lounging around.
Its nice to see bottles of beer,
Growing in the ground.

Where the glasses grow so free,
Dangling next to the bottle openers,
From the lemon glass grow tree.

Where pink elephants,
Used to rear there heads,
More often then you think.
We haven't seen then this year,
Perhaps they've become extinct.

I think next year,
I'll plant a different crop.
No time to stop and frolic,
It's no fun in the beer garden,
When the bottles turn out non alcoholic

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-21 at 02:53

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