A Man Walks Into A Bar Poem by bob eichen

Howdy, pal, what'll it be?

I'D LIKE TO QUAFF A KIND NEPENTHE.
Sorry, pal, we don't get much call for those fancy imports round here. Or is that a microbrew?

WELL THEN, HOW ABOUT A BOTTLE OF SPARKLING RIVER LETHE WATER?
Look, pal, we don't sell no fancy French foo foo water. You might want to try that bar down the road.

NO, NO, I WANT ALZHEIMERS.
Al's Hammer. Wait, I know that one. Isn't that like a Jack Hammer only with gin instead of vodka?

NO, I'D LIKE AMNESIA.
Look, pal, you tell me how to make it and I'll mix it right up.

MAYBE A BLOW TO THE HEAD WILL DO THE TRICK.
Ahhh! That one I know. Here you go, six shots of Bourbon, a splash of Vermouth, and a dash of Bitters, one Blow To The Head.

SOUNDS GREAT, YOU SEE IT'S JUST THAT I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO FORGET THIS LAST YEAR.
I hear you, pal, but you may not want to drink that so fast.

JUST KEEP EM COMIN!