Prompt of the day: Big Tent Poetry – a poem about drunkenness.
Random decision of the day: Combine Sestina with limerick.
Quality level of the day: 3/10
Going out for a pint with a mate
Where the atmosphere’s totally great
Good times and good beer
And nothing to fear
So for Friday I simply can’t wait
But we probably won’t stay out late.
Though the pubs do now open quite late,
So I might ring and see if my mate
Wants to stay out and wait
Which would really be great
Or if he’ll go home early in fear
Of coming home stinking of beer.
At three in the morning. Cause beer
Makes you do stupid things when out late,
It removes all your fear
And makes you want to mate
With people you’d call less than great
And it makes you put on loads of weight…
All the same, now I just cannot wait!
To get myself outside some beer.
Cause it’s gonna taste great
In the beer garden, late
In the night, talking crap with my mate
For we’ll not make much sense then, I fear.
But drinking gets rid of the fear
And the worries about looks and weight
And it makes you say “mate
No it’s not just the beer
I’ve been thinking of you a lot late
-ly and honestly I think you’re great
No really, you’re jusht bloody great
And I honeshtly love you, I fear!”
Then your periods late
So you nervously wait
Thinking “we drank a lot of that beer
At the end of the night, did we mate?”
It’s too not late, though my best friend’s great
We can’t mate! The thought fills me with fear!
No, but wait: I just won’t drink much beer…
Tom Juniper Poetry 