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the drunk poem

Starkle, starkle, little twink,
Who the hell are you I think.
I'm not under what you call
The alcofluence of incohol.
I'm just a little slort of sheep,
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep.
I don't know who is me yet,
But the drunker I stand here the longer I get.
So just give me one more fink to drill my cup,
'Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up.

- Alex Smart

Sue said...
December 25, 2008 at 10:01 AM  

Love it puppy!!

I better learn this poem for New Years night - I'm sure it will come out right after I am drunk :)

alok yepuri said...
December 26, 2008 at 11:15 AM  

Why New Years when you can use it every Fridays! :D

BTW, I didn't write it. Some unknown poet.

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