Drinking

Drinking

The little frog took a great big drink,
Then he looked around the room to see who was there,
Drinking is not a problem he said to himself,
As he cast is eyes on a sweet little bear.

He ordered one more, to get his courage up,
Then he hopped on over, and said with a grin,
My name is Fiesty, I'm macho and neat,
Come to my pad, and we'll drink some gin.

But the bear said no!!! Coke is all I drink,
I don't need whisky, and I don't need rum,
I don't need alcohol,
To drink it is real dumb.

The frog hopped away and ordered one more,
The nerve of that bear, embarrassing me,
Drinking cokes is for sissies,
In looks she's a ten, but in brains she's a three.

He ordered one more, just for the road,
I'll find me a gal, all dressed up in lace,
He thought to himself, as he down the last one,
Then he climbed off his stool, and fell on his face.

Now the poor little frog, is as drunk as can be,
Laying on the floor, but he didn't feel cool,
He didn't feel macho, and he didn't feel neat,
He felt sick to his tummy, he felt like a fool!


              Alonzo Gene Tillery Sr.