The Wine Thief Poem by michael Smajda
The Wine Thief
I had a bottle of wine
That was taken by a friend
Who guzzled every last drop
From its top to bottom's end.
And leaving me not a glass
Of my best favorite wine,
He left me a dry bottle
And too upset to define.
Some friends do the worst things to us of all. To squeeze a poem from this is a good way to fall.
Some friend! But we have to live with them. Some time they are the greatest to cheer you up with their crazy behavior.
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5/10/2024 10:21:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
darn those folks who excessively take, for in good time their livers they bake!