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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2020 4:00 pm
by Ray W
Ebenezer needy bad to bathe, yet paid not thee bill
so he needed an alternative to work his watery will.
For lack of formal vocational focus
he tried on this occasion a bit of hocus-pocus:
a can of beer near-appeared, smoking on yon windowsill.

Five more chants chorused by four finger-snaps
magic-scored five more beers, two via waltz, three by taps
pouring half-out their guts in measured sips;
two drip-drip in the tub, two trip on Eb's lips,
one jokes, whistles, smokes and claps.

Ebenezer swilled and scrubbed. the beers hip-hipped and hopped
fillin' tub and man with a bountiful hops-and-barley crop;
as alcohol ambered all from heads to tipsy toes,
not one noticed how the suds rose and rose and rose
tickling Eb's pickled nose--Eb who forgot the word for stop.

Curiosity kills a cat or two but it can right-right the mean;
if creeping by Eb's window out peeps quite the aquarium scene:
in a white clawfoot regular-and-lite studded tub
semi-frozen in the midst of impure rub-a-dub
floats a silver-hair, wide-eye dead fish, buck naked but clean.

Re: Beerfish

Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2020 8:32 pm
by C.E. Whiteoak
Don't know, but I'm guessing ol' Eb died unconscious but happy, dreaming of more palatable suds. Probably the first time he was clean in forty years, too. :lol: :lol:

Re: Beerfish

Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2020 10:00 am
by Will Williams
What a way to go...