I Thought It Odd Poem by Bryan Corbett

I thought it odd
that she thought it odd
that I was sitting in the bar
drinkin'

I thought it odd
that she thought it odd
that I was keeping to myself
thinkin'

I thought it odd
that she thought it odd
that I eventually came home
stinkin'

drunk

I thought it odd
that she thought it odd
that I had difficulty
speakin'

I thought it odd
that she thought it odd
when she asked
how many drinks
did I have to drink, and
I said I really don't know
I didn't go there for countin'
I went there for drinkin'