My wife likes the weed from Mexico but I like their beer....
Six packs don't last me very long either cold...or warm
So I get my beers of Mexico by the pallet full
Smuggled across the border by the light of a Texas moon
Hidden in the back bed of a red pickup truck
License number MX-ALDO Grass
This Coyote's weed has a milder taste and the buzz really last.....
But more important to me....
The beer I buy is as fresh as it gets
Straight from the urinal....I mean brewery...to my fridge__
Note: Truth be known...some of the best beers in the world...
So don't take offense to the reference
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem