When I get over saturated
with my golden brew of choice,
I wilt, stumble and fall.
When I load up the flowers
with the crystal liquid they’re addicted to,
they could pass the most stringent breathalyzer.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
15 comments:
WOW THAT WAS JUST SUPER!!!!! :)
have a great day!!!!!!
How true it is...that was great, I love starting my day with your blog.
nice contrast between our brew and that of flowers
LOL, they bloom, we wilt...
oh so true pat
mind you - there is an english beer called "flowers"
could be the answer :)
Fascinating; something to contemplate.
Intriguing.
how are you watering the flowers -- does it have something to do with the first 1/2 of the poem? :)
The golden brew versus the Water of Life!?:)
Brew time! :o)
Ohhh...nice one, Pat!!
funny and true! love it!
(call me smutty but i had similar thoughts as andrew)
Oh I like this one Pat...though in the end they do wilt-just takes a heap longer :)
WOW!! SUPER COMMENT!! Janice I think you've got it. Thank you!!
Nancy, I thank you for the wonderful comment and starting your day with my blog!!
Sage, I was really playing around on a Monday morning. Thank you!!
Paul, doesn't seem fair. Thanks!!
Tim, thanks for returning the visit!!
Vaughn, I wonder how it'd work in reverse. Naw, be a waste of good beer.
Andrew, what are you suggesting?? I'd never...
Borut, yep!!
Trinitystar, 7:30 a.m., I think you're right. Cheers!!
Thank you Pris!!
Why Polona, not you too?? Recycled beer, I wonder...
Thanks Janice!! Yes they do, but, they are beautiful while they last. Maybe, if I drink more water...
Sorry Floots. My eyes are stilling trying to focus. "Flowers" beer, sounds quite aromatic.
Post a Comment