Tuesday, June 8th to Sunday, June 13th
Run away and don't look back if you're allergic to poetry. Don't say I didn't warn you.
I Feel Alright Tonight
This week Fallon fed me alcohol
and Wendee fed me kisses
This week I ran away and then right back
to a woman could be called "the missus"
This week I watched a man leap on a friend
who was already on top of a dude
They fed us whiskey from the bottle
And nothing they did was considered rude
This week I fell into a rut
Yet somehow fell back out
This week I spent every day drinking with friends
finding in this little reason, if any, to pout
This week I met a suos-chef
Who who wants to buy the veggies from my garden
I'm not all that sure how to spell "sous-chef"
If misspelled, I humbly beg your pardon
This week I met Crystal's mother
I saw pictures of Crystal before she had tattoos
I'd pick the mother over the daughter
if ever I was forced to choose
This week ends with me writing at home
In the wan light of the setting sun
Happy that the year is not yet half over.
Happy for a life filled with friends and fun.
See you Monday at Jack's!