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.
Are You Reading Me?
5 comments:
Such a spirit
One should never fear it
But grin and bear it
For it could take off a bit
Nice rhymes...I see you have caught the enthusiasm from the rhyming cat ~
sounds very irish!
Inventive lines!
Yes I don't drink just having fun with words!
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