The Bottle Hitters Poem by Haruna Garba

The Bottle Hitters



Here we go!
Here we go, says the rider
Crazy rider aboard the hyena
I've become the talk of the town
Such an aged man still hitting bottles

Here I recall real bottle hitters!
Doyen drank himself to death
Beer belly Ben went the same
Thinking of some drinking spree?
Here is one to avoid inviting
Else liquor will mysteriously go
A day before the scheduled date

And now we come upon SND
His sea never dries for a moment
Here is one to hit bottle Friday
Only to ‘come sober week after
Week of dog house in their bed
The wife urging about the liquor
Certainly, it couldn't be from barley
Must be of some synthetic Champaign

Wednesday, April 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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Haruna Garba

Haruna Garba

Dagauda, Bauchi State, Nigeria
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