No, I'm Drunk Poem by Practicing Poetess
No, I'm Drunk
Would you breathe into this tube?
The policeman asked the man
Who'd been weaving in the traffic,
Causing many traffic jams.
Sorry, Ossifer, No can do
Was the driver's quick reply
I have asthma; I'd turn blue
And I sure don't want to die.
Give me a blood sample, then
Said the cop, quite out of breath
No, I'm hemophiliac
If I do, I'll bleed to death
Now the cop was out of patience
With this crafty, stalling chump
Said the cop, Walk this white line, then
I can't do that, sir. I'm drunk.
The driver benefited from talking to a police officer. The driving license lasted a few minutes longer.
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4/25/2024 8:13:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Love love love the humor in this poem. You certainly can tell a good Tale. This is a good one!
Thanks, Aqua. Telling a good tale? Easy-peasy, (especially for those with a touch of Irish in their blood.) But, making the tale RHYME? Now, that is an art! : -)
Thanks, Aqua. Telling a good tale? Easy-peasy, (especially for those with a touch of Irish in their blood.) But, making the tale RHYME? Now, that is an art! : -)