Happy In His Work Poem by Stanley Cooper

Happy In His Work



I know a guy who over sipped
When drunk he’s too bizarre
For legal work he’s not equipped
He’d never pass the bar

He couldn’t be a surgeon
He’s much too much a cut-up
With probably no urge-in
To carve a patients gut-up

He thought perhaps he’d be a cop
But straight-shooting was not his game
Overly saturated with beer and hops
Bearing arms was not his aim

So in this bar he couldn’t pass
He’s on a daily bender
Happy working with shots in glass
As the pass-less bar bar-tender

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