by | Feb 7, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

That certain look or side ways glance
Means carry on, if you’ve the chance
Or does it matey, I’m not sure
I think I’ve seen that look before

Drinking Guinness, gone over the top
Oh yes, it means its time to stop
Just sit quite, don’t make a peep
If true to form you’ll fall asleep

Do not stagger, do not fall
You’ll finish up nailed, to yonder Wall
Do not slump down on your knees
Does not gibber, sounds Chinese?

We are well known, just like a book
Across the room, were given that Look
This may never come to pass
Just limit yourself to just one glass


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