The Mickey Poem by George Hunter
The Mickey
There was an old guy named Clark Gable
Who could drink me under the table.
But I got tricky
And slipped him a mickey
And now I’m the one who is able.
When he woke up from the fog
He got up and kicked his dog.
Because he was a nut
He blamed the poor mutt.
For giving him too much grog.
Friday, June 5, 2009
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