Stripped bare type-of Clubs,
a hiccup the drunks at Bears
Bars and Beers—never “near”
here at “Averte” where I Care.
And going far, so far, so good,
Then when I call with a ring-a-ding dangle of a 90-degree angle, any barter at the Pubs
Pups questing for a drink, the unwanted feelings puked into a kitchen sink, addicts stink!
With a really nice Summertime a’coming in months to and from- the strum of a guitar
greeted at a door with some crumbs of pretzels—these people, I know I’ve met thems!
Finish up the prose with Ember a Rose of red descent, me lightened up to her, a mom