Perfect Day Poem by Paul Butters

Perfect Day



I have a booze,
And then a snooze
(What’s there to lose?) .
A bottletot of whiskburn warms
My tum.
No sign of smog,
Less still a snog,
As I stay sitting
On my bum.
First it’s the pub,
And then some grub,
With later on,
A tub,
To scrub.
Oh what a life,
We say.
The “perfect” day.

(C) PB Yorkshire, Monday 16\11\09 at 01.00.

Monday, November 16, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: humorous
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Paul Butters

Paul Butters

Leeds, West Yorkshire.
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