Felt like writing a poem which wouldn’t merit its way into my “LiteraryWorx” blog but would still be entertaining (if only to me).
I don’t want to work or think,
I just want to tip my glass and drink.
Until the last sad drop drips,
The Golden nectar passes my awaiting lips.
I just want to drink my beer,
I just want to sit right here.
Why should I have to think and toil,
when I have this stout as thick as oil.
Why should I have to even bother,
when I have this crisp, refreshing lager.
I don’t want to hear you moan and wail,
I just want to drink my ale.
Until the last drop drip, drip, drips.
I just want to drink my beer.