Roger took the bottle, there ain’t no more
Drank the whole damn thing, the whiskey whore.
Left us sitting here our pockets poor
Roger took the bottle, there ain’t no more.
Drank the whole damn thing, the whiskey whore.
Left us sitting here our pockets poor
Roger took the bottle, there ain’t no more.
*my short-n-sweet answer to Jo's Word Catalyst prompt*
5 comments:
Why does this remind me of that song, "Ninety-eight
Bottles of Beer on the Wall"...but I digress. P.S. Did Karen really say 'whore'?
Karen, made me laugh out loud. A 'whiskey whore' is always under-appreciated!
Heehee!! perfect!! :)
I've had this same feeling when the last piece of fried chicken is gone.
Care to check out some of my writing? I just got onto the blogging scene.
From one whiskey whore to another, I can only shake Roger's hand and wish him well. Heehee...
I like this very much, it sounds like the first verse of an Irish ditty... the picture is great as well. Sorry I missed this...
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