Monday, April 02, 2007

It Ain’t Fair

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.

15 comments:

jel said...

WOW THAT WAS JUST SUPER!!!!! :)


have a great day!!!!!!

Nancy said...

How true it is...that was great, I love starting my day with your blog.

sage said...

nice contrast between our brew and that of flowers

Paul said...

LOL, they bloom, we wilt...

floots said...

oh so true pat
mind you - there is an english beer called "flowers"
could be the answer :)

Tim Rice said...

Fascinating; something to contemplate.

Masago said...

Intriguing.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

how are you watering the flowers -- does it have something to do with the first 1/2 of the poem? :)

Borut said...

The golden brew versus the Water of Life!?:)

trinitystar said...

Brew time! :o)

Pris said...

Ohhh...nice one, Pat!!

polona said...

funny and true! love it!
(call me smutty but i had similar thoughts as andrew)

Janice Thomson said...

Oh I like this one Pat...though in the end they do wilt-just takes a heap longer :)

Pat Paulk said...

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...

Pat Paulk said...

Sorry Floots. My eyes are stilling trying to focus. "Flowers" beer, sounds quite aromatic.