Drunken rants and sober fights,
Get mixed up on Friday nights,
Whilst we're walking through the town,
With drinks so easy going down,
Drunken rants too soon, ensue,
Along with prods from me to you,
A little push that spills my wine,
A name is called, you crossed the line,
Now that took place a week ago,
We're still not talking, even though,
I can't recall what started it,
A missing piece I cannot fit,
It might have been that pretty girl,
You said she sent you in a whirl,
You smiled at her, she came across,
Then you realised she's your boss,
She'd have stayed, had I not then,
Joked you only go for men,
Another pick-up down the drain,
You won't drink with me again.
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She'd have stayed, had I not then,
Joked you only go for men,
Another pick-up down the drain,
You won't drink with me again.
I really loved these last lines they really ended the poem wonderfully. This was quite hilarious and your rhyming was very graceful. Its nice to laugh every once and a while
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Great one!
The rhyming is awesome. I like line 16. That happened to me once. I liked the last 3 lines. They're hilarious. Good way to end the poem. Good luck.
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drunken rants and sober fights
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