Without Arms Poem by M.J. Lemon

i'm grasping at something to say..... about this poem. maybe i can just say that it seems you have a fan in Mandolyn, who at times has been a frequent correspondent with me (not recently) . she is unique and that is not bad. perhaps you follow in her footsteps or vice versa, but...........what more do i dare say? thanks for sharing? that is safe to say. bri :) how many kegs did you consume before taking up your pen?

Think of it this way. You would wield more power Drinking coffee in a shower Do you have much more to say? .....so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem with humor and interesting depiction is being shared here amazingly.

I had a giggle at this one. My husband and I are unable to do a task together without a little or a lot of stress. Simple things like carrying a plank together or if I have to climb a ladder to pass something up to him. Probably better if he had a few drinks beforehand lol

ah the task of lifting four kegs without arms is beyond me, even a single large full keg, even drinking a bucket of beer at a sitting steering me in the face is intimidating, but there was a time when on a good night I could have done this in jugs, but with drink driving evena handle an hour is too much; a sign of sized down times of little tolerance and a rare sight is a man stumbling to the door, with or without arms :)

Can i make it to the door? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

It's str.ange how we soar while under the spell of the brew and how strong we become, how intelligent as if genius's were made while consuming dark ale, whiskey or rumut I love your last stanza regarding whielding more power while drinking coffee in the shower. At least one knows precisely what they are or are not capable of...Great poem M.j.