Drinking Beer - Poem by Juan Olivarez
One little beer can be alright,
One big black beer, or maybe a lite.
Two beers down you begin to glow,
And you'll be singing, before you know.
Three beers in your stomach, and thats ok,
Cause to your own bed you still know the way.
Four empty bottles and you'll agree,
It's getting harder and harder to see.
Five beers down and you start to sway,
But on that stool you want to stay.
Six beers down the hatch, so easily,
And there's no other place, you'd rather to be.
After that, you're a lost cause,
You need to breathe, just take a pause,
That girl that looked so good last night,
Has a five o'clock shadow, in the morning light.
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