It's Only One Beer-Dear? Poem by Michael Gale

That can of beer that to my heart i held so dear...
Dear.

It holds to you no light so cruel...
As wishes of make believe
enter our doorway of a welcomed learning seat of school.

That beer so near...
That i grasply spear.

Enhooked to my gangly paw...
Can't help myself like a selfish elf
Narely did i learn from my angried Maw.

Boys night out that partied us all...
My dialing finger was keenly busted way off
so's i cooldn't make my exscuse filled storied call.

There were no strippers at that bar...
B'for i could remember, we sped off inside someone else's get-away car.

I'll be sure not to tell you that she was hid inside that cake...
She had some bunns i'd like to lick as touchingly take.

Tippy toe throughout our house...
Not one heard noise of even a mouse.

I banged my knee upon the staicase railing...
You heard me cuss and i no longer was unsuspectedly silently failing.

As i awakened with a bump ontop of my head...
It was unseemly large enough to warrant me, wifely-angered and dead.

What was that sounded din? ...
Could it have been a rolling pin?

Yes indeed it rightly was...
That is now the small townly rumering buzz.

She hauled me fast in divorce court was my sorry butt...
Inhabitting of many scrapes and bandages and even many more open wounded cuts.

She called it off as we left still married out of that court room of still unwaried learning...
I had many nights on the couch with many bed sores and blistering and burning.

I promise a lying cheat i'll never to be...
Or divorced and monetarily poor, from my wallet i'll forever unwedly be set well free.