A pint of the good stuff

A bottle of Guinness was spilt on the floor
When the pub was shut for the night
Out crept a mouse from his little hole
And sat in the pale moonlight

He lapped at the frothy brew
Then back on his haunches he sat
And all night you could hear him roar
"Bring on the f***ing cat!


Motokeb said…
I just found your site... and it's a crying shame no one has yet congratulated you on this post. It's beautiful!

The Brain said…
This poem doesn't get old... it's almost funnier now than when you first posted it.
Dustin said…
I love it.
pumpkin said…
Downright awesome poem. My wife and I cannot stop laughing.

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