BOTTOMS UP

While standing and observing
I came across a woman who was
Both upset and unnerving

Dishing out the dirt
Slathered with blather
The witch got trumped by frump

The little lady couldn't count
The drinks she drunk
Or verbalize the thoughts she thunk.

She was as drunk as a skunk
Not that skunks drink too much
They just stink too much.

Lillian HEENEY 8/21/10