Paul Scribbles tells us that d’Verse is “a pub where only virtual drinks are drunk and where the real selection on offer is the talent of the group to create word wizardry from any prompt”. I have enjoyed the work of the poets who gather there. When Mr. Scribbles recently suggested that we “Pen a poem about drinking and be as creative as you wish with the word”, well I thirsted to participate, even though I am short on time. I won’t be mixing up a new concoction for this prompt, but will share the following poem from Chicken Shift, my book of fowl road crossings and foul roadkill.
A chicken walks into a bar
Then realizes she’s in the wrong joke
Sits beside the gorilla anyway,
Orders a Jim and coke.
She looks to her other side
And who is sitting there?
Eating shoots and leaves
She sees a Panda bear.
And in the backroom, reserved for cigar smokers
She sees a group of dogs, around a table playing poker.
She has another drink, says, “I lay, but I don’t lie.
I’ve got to cross the road, though I can’t think why.”
The gorilla was gallant, he picked up her tab
And he suggested it’d be best to cross the road by cab.