Designated Driver
Submitted by peeberstotdog on Tue, 03/31/2009 - 15:43.
Poem:
Ate tots & dogs by the dozens,
Knew the Peebers would bring a buzz on,
Opened the fridge & to my delight,
there sat a Jones soda, chilled just right.
Popped open the crown,and guzzled it down,
Guess I'm the designated driver tonight.
Artist's Statement:
My poetry is inspired by acid indigestion, a sore back, and the fact that there's only one bathroom at the fire house.