WHERE are they who want thousand bottles of wine?
Just a bunch of cowards and clowns went away...
Fake cartographer and some roadside circus guys
The restraurant's waitress asked them to get home,
Removing lip globs in the corners of their lips ...
Did not know there was a Dead reaching out to the neck,
Did not stop in the marching room of a bottle of wine,
Just a poet on the edge, hiding in the rhyme line!
Where are they who want thousand bottles of wine?
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:54 AM UTC
WHERE are they who want thousand bottles of wine?
Just a bunch of cowards and clowns went away...
Fake cartographer and some roadside circus guys
The restraurant's waitress asked them to get home,
Removing lip globs in the corners of their lips ...
Did not know there was a Dead reaching out to the neck,
Did not stop in the marching room of a bottle of wine,
Just a poet on the edge, hiding in the rhyme line!
Where are they who want thousand bottles of wine?
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