Just A Tad Snookered? Poem by David Whalen

I Mighta Been a tad snookered

I remember you dimly
Through the fog of Jack Daniels
have vague memories of whipped cream
And naked cocker spaniels

I gave you my number
But didn’t get yours
Jack Daniels just makes me dumber
But it does open up my pores

We met at “Ozzie’s Big House of Burlap”
Our meeting I think, was brief
If you can, please call me asap
Cause I surely am in need of my teeth

This might sound kinda stupid
And you just might could be right
But I think I left my dentures
In your Silverado last night