Since you ask
I can describe the task
as lifting four kegs
without arms
The hands are there
But the skills bare
a unique inability
to perform...
The hands are mine
The arms are fine
No, no, as far as I know
No keg has limbs
I am somewhere between
keg and man, unseen
How far is the floor?
Can I make it to the door?
Think of it this way.
You would wield more power
Drinking coffee in a shower
Do you have much more to say?
Think of it this way. You would wield more power Drinking coffee in a shower Do you have much more to say? .....so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem with humor and interesting depiction is being shared here amazingly.
I had a giggle at this one. My husband and I are unable to do a task together without a little or a lot of stress. Simple things like carrying a plank together or if I have to climb a ladder to pass something up to him. Probably better if he had a few drinks beforehand lol
Those simple things! I've done some simple tasks so many times that I have to wonder about those days when the hands fail....but extra thumbs are everywhere. Thanks so much, Simone.
ah the task of lifting four kegs without arms is beyond me, even a single large full keg, even drinking a bucket of beer at a sitting steering me in the face is intimidating, but there was a time when on a good night I could have done this in jugs, but with drink driving evena handle an hour is too much; a sign of sized down times of little tolerance and a rare sight is a man stumbling to the door, with or without arms :)
Handling beer does require all limbs! Coordination is key. Cheers, Terry.
Can i make it to the door? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
It's str.ange how we soar while under the spell of the brew and how strong we become, how intelligent as if genius's were made while consuming dark ale, whiskey or rumut I love your last stanza regarding whielding more power while drinking coffee in the shower. At least one knows precisely what they are or are not capable of...Great poem M.j.
So true, , , , so many seem to believe they are smarter, wittier, stronger, just better when some special substance has been consumed...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'm grasping at something to say..... about this poem. maybe i can just say that it seems you have a fan in Mandolyn, who at times has been a frequent correspondent with me (not recently) . she is unique and that is not bad. perhaps you follow in her footsteps or vice versa, but...........what more do i dare say? thanks for sharing? that is safe to say. bri :) how many kegs did you consume before taking up your pen?