Poetry Thursday

 

Two friends met for a beer

At an outdoor bar they found

And when a waiter did appear

They asked for another round

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They shared every story they could tell

Their laughter could be heard all around

As clear as a bell

They asked for another round

**

When the clouds came in the people ran inside

Which left  both men dumbfound

A few clouds were no reason to hide

And they asked for another round

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Then the rain began to fall

Creating a pounding sound

But the men were having a ball

And they asked for another round

****

Soon the rain was a monsoon

And wisemen would have moved to higher ground

But the men howled at the moon

And asked for another round

*****

In an hour they had drunk one another under the table

Like unlucky soldiers on the a battleground

Standing was not a skill that they were able

But they could still ask for another round

******

They awoke deep in the night in puddles or rain and vomit

Being humped by an in heat basset hound

They pulled themselves into their wet chair and width to a look decided to recommit

And ordered another round