Monday, May 17, 2010

An Ode To Bartenders

I can  handle conflict
And quell the endless squall
And solve another's  problem
If I can help at all

Delving into issues
Of import, seeming small
Another vodka seven?
Would you like that tall?

Oh, and that hottie on your arm
Is totally a doll!
So I really hate to say this
But we must shiv this crawl

To our dear beloved guests
And all the rest of y'all
When I give the word
It is Last freaking Call


(my apologies to all actual poets, living and dead)