|beer poem||dr hoo|
Aug 22, 2003 8:28 AM
|I like the tast of beer
its live, white lather,
its brassbright depths.
the sudden world through the Wetbrown walls of the glass.
The Tilted rush to the lips and the
slow swallowing down to the lapping belly,
the salt on the tounge,
the foam on the corners.
|there are truly websites for everything--check this...||ColnagoFE|
Aug 22, 2003 8:46 AM
|I checked. Thanks!||dr hoo|
Aug 22, 2003 9:02 AM
|I know a few people that will like that link
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Aug 22, 2003 9:12 AM
|Starkle, Starkle little twink
Who the hell you are i think
I'm not under what you call
The alcho-fluence of inco-hol
I'm just a little slort on sheep
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep
I dont know who me yet
But the drunker i stand here
The longer i get
Just give me one more drink to fill my cup
Cause i got all day sober to sunday up.
|Just the thing to go with a nice spam haiku or two...||The Walrus|
Aug 22, 2003 9:13 AM
|...and yes, these exist, too! (I've got one on there somewhere...) J--wanna step up and take a shot at these?
|no thanks. i'm trying to sunday up. nm||JS Haiku Shop|
Aug 22, 2003 9:16 AM