APRILFOOLS

Form heady atop my beer,
And swelled in content by me;
Foam loaded and facial trimmed
And condemned to repeat and leave.
Comfort slacks worn wearily
In time to rise and fall
From such indulgent
Pandering of needs.

Cheapest vodka cocktails
Made with lime instead of grapefruit
And by the time they’re finished the
Single malts will be assured of a mixer’s company,
Although, as I keep saying, they’re for
Sipping, but she keeps swaying and
Insisting that she doesn’t
Taste them anyway.

I’m sat in a corner of the
Pub picking bits and pieces
Of this and that from myself,
And discussing why your wife left,
Whilst mine is sat next to me,
Thinking of leaving, and can’t
Even attach a flame to the
End of a cigarette.