She Drinks Like A Fish Poem by Rachel Hughes

I can have wine sit on the table untouched all month long.

Until my neighbor comes over.

And drinks it tills it's gone.

She drinks like a fish.

From dusk until dawn.

From morning to night.

She drinks on and on.

She drank enough, to fill the seven seas.

Like a fish in water.

She has her need's.

There's no wine left for the holy communion.

There's no wine left for the family reunion.

Ther's not even enough wine left to cook with.

Because my neighbor drinks like a fish.