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Poem Details | by
Rudolph Rinaldi |
Categories:
drink, fantasy, funny, good night, happiness,
I found myself
a good wee bottle
of 10 year old Irish whiskey
under my wee Irish down pillow
that must have been placed there
by the wee good leprechaun
tooth fairy
I could not bring myself
to hurt her wee feelings
so I opened it up
and drunk my wee Italian self
down to sleep
counting 40 pink plaid
wee Irish sheep
Poem Details | by
Barbara Gorelick |
Categories:
humor,
Our Paddy had a strong liking for whiskey
When under its influence he got a bit frisky
Didn't think he was able
But impregnated Mable
A reminder that his kind of behavior is risky
Mark Twain-Sometimes to much drink is barely enough
Poem Details | by
John Gondolf |
Categories:
funny, humorous,
There was an old man from Dallas
who drank his whiskey from a chalice
he raised his mug
and gave it a chug
now the old man is drunken and callous.
He awoke with a pain in his head
he had trouble getting out of the bed
for the mug he reached
and the pain was bleached
as soon as the bottle was dead.
Poem Details | by
Nitesh Aggarwal |
Categories:
funny,
S weet smile, stretched so superbly circular
M akes mood mellow, Mary go make him some more!
E ighth extract gone in a blur
L ike Lady Lydia licking her liquor.
L ookout! Leaking lather loosing out of the Monsieur!!
Poem Details | by
Theresa Cw |
Categories:
fun, humor,
Whiskey Quickie
My hubby and I went out on the town
We both ordered plenty drinks without a frown
Both ordered whiskey
Not Irish quickie
When night was over we both sound like clowns.
Written: 11/13/13
Theresa Marie W-C
Poem Details | by
Tom Quigley |
Categories:
humor, social,
The fated time has now arrived
My thin illusion cracks and dies
Confused, your eyebrows take a dive
Though shattered mask did never lie
Thick volumes of the things I missed
To flowing dancers, such a gaffe
The choreographer is pissed
With knowing looks, the dancers laugh
Why yes, I heard the thumping drum
It's not as if my ears don't work
Feel free to color me as dumb
There’s no point to explain my quirks
Invariant is this same dance
In social realm, it’s just my luck
The only thing that’s left to chance,
How long ‘til you say “What the heck?”
9/10/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Poem Details | by
Jerry T Curtis |
Categories:
change, family, humorous, ireland, life,
Finn barged on in,
As he ran to the bar
He laid down a fifty
Dropped a tip in the jar
He demanded scotch whiskey
And, ordered six doubles
The Bartender asked
"Finn what is the trouble"
After shooting the whiskey
He calm down to say
"I just learned, My friend
That my oldest Son's gay"
A week went by quickly
He barged in again
Ordered six doubles
Dropped cash in the tin
The barkeep waited
Till He finished, to say
"Now what is the trouble"
"My youngest Son's gay"
"Does any one like women,
Who live in your house"
"Ay, One besides me,
I tink it's me spouse"
Poem Details | by
Pat Adams |
Categories:
humorous, romance, word play,
For Bobby sobriety just fit the bill
But he longed for a love, his life to fulfill
He found a lady
Who's job was shady
She was a bootlegger, but he loved her still!
Poem Details | by
Michelo Mweetwa |
Categories:
abuse, addiction, adventure, dedication, drink, drug, funny,
Why dip when I can sip
Why sleep when I can have a trip
Just a tip for my mind to strip
Just a drip for a bad day to flip
Short gaps between gulps
Long chats between spats
On a whiskey bottle I once read a date
I mistook it for time until I was running late
On a whiskey bottler I once read a name
I drunk it fast as I mistook it for someone else’s claim
Amidst the sleazy and dizzy
It is easy to be in a tizzy
We get silly and flimsy
From whizzy to tipsY
We sink every time we drink
Replete and redline your limit
Poem Details | by
Daisy Ward |
Categories:
happy, humorous,
Strong whiskey got me ****-eye drunk
Caused me to fall in a batch of raw conch
They were stuck to my face
And was sprayed with strong mace
Then they called me a scary a_ _ punk
Poem Details | by
John Lawless |
Categories:
culture, humor,
Wishes and Whiskey
As the couple left the pub
they spied a Leprechaun,
very stealthily trapped him.
Says the Leprechaun: “I’ll grant ye three wishes.”
“Three wishes!” “Three Wishes!’
“Ye will grant us Three Wishes!”
“I wish I had a hat!” - says she
“I wish it were in yer ****!” - says he
“I wish it wasn’t!” - says she
Anonymous/Pub lore
//an old story retold many times by “Me Da”//
John G. Lawless
10/19/2018