Sotally Tober Poem by Bridgid Patrick
Sotally Tober
Starkle starkle little twink
who the heck you are I think
I'm not under what you call
the alcofluence of incohol
I'm just a little slort of sheep
I'm not drunk like tinkle peep
I don't know who is me yet
but the drunker I stand here the longer I get
Just give me one more drink to fill me cup
'cuz I got all day sober to Sunday up
Dear Brigid, Thish ish a very funny poem! Clever use of language and the inversion of words is well-chosen and adds to the delight. Kindly, Hugh
exshellent work...sotally tuberb...i drowned in your words and was left intoxicated. Just let me drive, ok...very funny poem
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I would like to translate this poem
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Awesome