Ma Settled For Whiskey Sour Read Count : 30

Category : Poems

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That's right little ole lady it's here
once again, your birthday is back so
 let your aches settle in. What to get you?,
something old or new?, you kissed my
cheek and said, "your love will do".
To get a gift, it's not just for you, when
 the one watching you open it get's
 excited too. So I started out for 
something unique, and that's 
what she got... to say the least

I went for a walk, and I  wandered 
about, I kicked this old liquor bottle
 and a genie came out 
As startled, shocked and as scared
as I was, this gift would be perfect
for the woman I love

So I scooped the genie and
the three wishes up, I ran all the 
way home while shaking him up,
sitting the bottle on the kitchen 
counter, I unscrewed the cap and 
never smelt anything fouler

The bottle fell over and the
genie rolled out, he got back
to his feet when he then passed out.
So all I could do was laugh at the genie
 Now pitiful and drunk,  just needing 
some sleepy

But now at this point there’s 
nothing I can do, so I went 
to mama and said,
"pick a hand... one or two”

The drunken genie man was the 
hand she'd pick so I offered her 
the hand with the half full bottle, 
and told her to wash him down quick 
with this foul smelling WHISKEY SOUR


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