Monday, April 09, 2012

Highball

I can hear the avian refrain
above my aging engine's strain
the sky above so clearly blue
I find it difficult to brew
decanters of disdain

instead the draft that I proffer
is effervescent to be sure
a light, refreshing bracer shared
with anyone whose thirst has flared
for a spirit that can stir.

5 comments:

  1. Such a spirit
    One should never fear it
    But grin and bear it
    For it could take off a bit

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  2. Nice rhymes...I see you have caught the enthusiasm from the rhyming cat ~

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  3. Anonymous9:23 AM

    Inventive lines!

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  4. Yes I don't drink just having fun with words!

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