Beer four

Beer number four and poem number eight.
To hell with it, I’m feeling great

It’s still hotter than hell
But it’s okay cause I fell

Into the pool
Where it was cool

Away from the heat
And I had a seat

The water and the man in it was so fine
My wife is lucky that she’s mine

Off I go to beer number five
Steaming towards the next poem when I come alive

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